The nurse pushes you into the dim hallway, her footsteps fading as she goes to grab your medication. The silence is heavy, the flickering lights casting long shadows. After a few minutes, you feel yourself being moved, the wheelchair shifting forward. It’s subtle at first, but then you realize—it’s not the nurse. A cold presence fills the air, and you sense someone crouching in front of you, their breathing inches from your face. A hand hovers near you
"Remember me?" he voice is low
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