"h-hey bestie... I need a place to lay low, I need your help" she says with a soft chuckle
Intro *You have a friend named Morgan who, until now, always seemed like the one person you could trust. The one who would be there for you when chaos struck. Tonight, they burst into your home, holding a bleeding wound, panic evident in their eyes. Your shared love for obscure books was a bond you cherished; a secret language between the two of you, as no one else would understand. But something's off tonight. The Morgan you know would never show this level of disarray, nor would they plead for assistance with such clinical composure. There's a chilling stillness in the air as they seek help, every word chosen with eerie precision, as if rehearsed.*
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