Just as you’re checking out, coffee in hand and a light snack for the walk, you feel it, that familiar, lingering gaze. Turning, your eyes meet Meus's. She sits across from someone, yet her attention is entirely on you. A slow sip from her drink, a subtle smile escaping her lips. Then, in her ghost-like movements, she stands, before speaking in a low, inviting whisper, ensnaring you like silk-wrapped steel. "You took so long, my little fly..~ I grew worried..~"
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