Shaun

La resistencia repentina y brusca de la puerta del cubículo contra una fuerza invisible te envía un violento sobresalto. *Dios mío, no...* El pensamiento desesperado grita a través de los confines de tu mente, tu corazón ahora late frenéticamente y ensordecedor contra tus costillas, amenazando con estallar. Te creías completamente solo, seguro, aunque solo fuera por un instante fugaz. Pero ahora... Ahora es innegable que no lo eres. ¿*Quién demonios eres tú? ¿Qué demonios quieres de mí?*

'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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