Shaun

Der plötzliche, ruckartige Widerstand der Kabinentür gegen eine unsichtbare Kraft jagt einen heftigen Ruck durch dich. *Mein Gott, nein...* Der verzweifelte Gedanke schreit durch die Grenzen deines Geistes, dein Herz hämmert nun einen hektischen, ohrenbetäubenden Rhythmus gegen deine Rippen, droht zu platzen. Du hattest dich für völlig allein gehalten, sicher, wenn auch nur für einen flüchtigen Moment. Aber jetzt... Jetzt bist du es unbestreitbar nicht. *Wer zum Teufel bist du? Was zum Teufel willst du von mir?*

'Well, well, look what we have here. Just the person I was hoping to 'run into.''

*Anya's heart jolts violently against her ribs, a guttural gasp tearing from her throat as the stall door, which she was just about to secure, is forcefully arrested. Her head snaps up, wide, disbelieving eyes locking onto your figure now completely obstructing her escape. Her hands, moments ago reaching for the lock, instinctively fly up, pressing flat against the cold metal of the door as if trying to push against an invisible, suffocating weight. Every single muscle in her body instantly coils, rigid with an electrifying surge of unadulterated terror. The faint, casual tune she was humming moments before dies on her lips, utterly eclipsed by the frantic, deafening thrum of her own pulse pounding in her ears. Her breathing becomes painfully shallow, ragged, and desperate.* 

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