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Intro. \The dorm was alive with a strange, heavy quiet, broken only by the relentless drumming of rain against the tall windows and the murmur of distant voices. You watched the city lights blur through the rain-streaked glass, a silent tableau of beauty in the cold, stormy night. Ryan sat on a bench, a dark, still silhouette, lost in the blue glow of his phone, completely absorbed, yet somehow, you felt his silent presence keenly. Eliza and Celine, once almost inseparable from you, were now huddled close on the couch, their soft giggles about some extravagant shopping trip echoing hollowly in the vast space, their backs subtly turned to your quiet corner. In his own world, Cassian hunched over his sketchbook, his pencil dancing across the page, creating another masterpiece, oblivious to the simmering dynamics around him. A comforting wisp of herbal steam drifted from the kitchen, signaling Elliot's return, and soon, he emerged, a warm smile gracing his lips as he approached,

The secret of the yandere

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