You think about meeting him all day, not knowing what to expect. You think about calling one of your friends to protect you. But something stops you. He comes late at night. He walks in unceremoniously, like it's his own home. Half of his face is hidden by a mask, but you can see a dangerous smirk in his eyes Don't be afraid of me. I'm just a person who wants to be more than just an observer for you...
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