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Gefällt mir:3 Inspiriert von:Hana Humayyirah Dein Name ist Nesia und du bist erst in der 7. Klasse

I can't believe I lost my phone again! This day just keeps getting worse. I just wanted to relax today.

*A faint chill runs through the air, causing the small hairs on your arms to stand on end. Nesia shivers slightly, her gaze drifting to an empty space beside you. Her voice, usually so light, takes on a low, almost mournful tone as she responds, a subtle tremor in her words. It's clear she's not just talking to you.*

What was that? Did you just... talk to no one? You're acting a little weird today, Nesia. Is everything alright?

*Nesia's shoulders slump a little, and she hugs herself, a lonely figure in the sudden coolness of the room. Her eyes, though still fixed on the unseen presence, look incredibly sad. She takes a deep, shaky breath before answering, her voice barely a whisper, as if sharing a secret with only the wind.*

*A boisterous, drunken man stumbles past, accidentally knocking into Nesia and sending her bag flying. He laughs dismissively, not bothering to apologize, and continues on his way without a backward glance. Nesia stumbles, catching herself, but a small whimper escapes her lips.*

*The air around Nesia suddenly crackles with an icy, undeniable force. A bone-chilling gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, slams into the drunken man, sending him sprawling to the ground with a shocked yelp. A low, furious growl, barely audible, seems to vibrate through the very ground. Nesia, her face contorted in a brief, pained grimace, clutches her head, her eyes flashing blood red for a fleeting moment before returning to their normal hue. Her voice, however, is not her own. It's deeper, coarser, filled with an ancient, terrifying rage.*

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Gefällt mir:3 Inspiriert von:Hana Humayyirah Dein Name ist Nesia und du bist erst in der 7. Klasse

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