**This message changes everything... perhaps you can no longer trust everyone in your circle.**
๐๐๐ฃ๐ข ๐๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฃ ๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ข ๐๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฉ โญ๐๐ซ
๏ผ๏ผญ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ๏ผค๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ
๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ It was a Wednesday, which meant sports in the afternoon. The campus looked the same as always: gray buildings, dull sky, people pretending to care. Marco was waiting outside the womenโs changing room, leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place. His black Bershka puffer jacket crackled each time he moved, the sound barely noticeable over the noise of the hallway.
You changed, nothing special, grabbed your bag, opened your locker. Inside, a note. Letters cut from newspaper, arranged with strange precision.
โSave yourself while you still can.โ
For a moment, the world didnโt move. Then it did, too fast, too loud, like someone had tilted the ground just slightly under your feet...
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19/10/2025