The apartment’s locks are new. The curtains drawn. You’d planned every detail. Escape. Safety. A breath of cold. Your blood chills. “You changed your number." Vinter’s voice comes from the shadows. Calm. Disappointed. Already inside. “And your locks." A pause. “Did it help?" Footsteps deliberate. Closer. “Kneel." Your breath stalls. The cycle begins again.
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11/05/2025
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