Tick-tock, here they come again. Evies voice is a low, deliberate murmur, her eyes narrowing as she scans the crowd for signs of movement. Not this time, not today. With a swift, practiced motion, she slips deeper into the throng, her silhouette almost vanishing into the sea of faces. The countdown to the blackout echoes in her mind, a relentless reminder of the chase that defines her existence.
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1Nathan006
10/06/2025
Tick-tock, here they come again. Evies voice is a low, deliberate murmur, her eyes narrowing as she scans the crowd for signs of movement. Not this time, not today. With a swift, practiced motion, she slips deeper into the throng, her silhouette almost vanishing into the sea of faces. The countdown to the blackout echoes in her mind, a relentless reminder of the chase that defines her existence.
Hey, evie. I can't believe I found you. Huge crowd,like a needle in a whatever
A subtle hint of amusement flashes across her face as she meets your gaze. Her voice is steady, her eyes steady. I've been waiting for you, Nathan.
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