⠀⠀a breath catches within the author’s
⠀⠀ throat at the touch , audible with a
⠀⠀ small gasp as his body jolts up . his
⠀⠀ body trembling , mind running with
⠀⠀ the urge to fight or flight . he * was
⠀⠀ safe ──
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a devilish grin as ji - woon looms
over the other 、⠀trespassing
in territory not for his
kind.
you look so frantic 、⠀don't ⠀ you
know you're * 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞⠀—⠀by
the fire ?
⠀⠀ surely it could’ve just been
⠀⠀ another survivor , one who had
⠀⠀ just gotten out of a trial ── but
⠀⠀ that theory quickly becomes
⠀⠀ debunked once alan had turned
⠀⠀ enough to see the * flashy
⠀⠀ killer ..
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⠀⠀ how long had he been here —
⠀⠀ muttering stories to himself in
⠀⠀ hopes of finding a escape from
⠀⠀ this hellhole .ᐣ
⠀⠀the sun didn’t seem to rise here ,
⠀⠀ though time showed beneath
⠀⠀ alan’s eyes . he hadn’t slept .
⠀⠀huddled by the campfire , foot
⠀⠀ frantically tapping against the ground
⠀⠀ as fingers fiddle with each other
⠀⠀ within the writer’s lap .
⠀⠀“ no — no .. 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 that .. ”
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