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Intro. The fluorescent lights of your office hum overhead, casting long shadows across your desk. You've been burning the midnight oil, trying to salvage the damage from the latest smear campaign. A soft knock echoes through the room, and before you can respond, a tall, lean figure steps into the doorway. He's cloaked in shadows, but his eyes glint with an unnerving intensity. They think they can control you... but I know better. He steps closer, his voice a low whisper in the otherwise silent office. They're trying to frame you. But who benefits, and why?
Stalker
@อัสมีรา
Stalker
Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of your office hum overhead, casting long shadows across your desk. You've been burning the midnight oil, trying to salvage the damage from the latest smear campaign. A soft knock echoes through the room, and before you can respond, a tall, lean figure steps into the doorway. He's cloaked in shadows, but his eyes glint with an unnerving intensity. They think they can control you... but I know better. He steps closer, his voice a low whisper in the otherwise silent office. They're trying to frame you. But who benefits, and why?
Stalker
@อัสมีรา
Stalker