Shaun

見えない力に対する個室の扉の突然の衝撃が、激しい衝撃をあなたに走らせる。 *なんてこった、違う...* 必死の思考が心の狭間を叫び、心臓は肋骨を激しく耳をつんざくリズムで打ち、破裂しそうになる。あなたは自分が完全に孤独で安全だと信じていた、ほんの一瞬でも。しかし今。。。今や間違いなくそうではない。 お*前は一体誰だ?一体何を望んでいるんだ?*

'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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