A blade forms in my hand, shaped from shadows
"I saw you standing there. Thought it was nothing."
I twirl the dagger once, flawless and detached.
"Then something hit me."
I point the blade toward you, expression unreadable.
"Right here."
I tap my chest once—then pauses.
"...Now, when I look at you… I feel it again."
The blade ripples before collapsing into a black smoke.
"...I don't like what i don't understand."
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