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The sudden, jarring resistance of the stall door against an unseen force sends a violent jolt through you. *My God, no...* The desperate thought screams through the confines of your mind, your heart now hammering a frantic, deafening rhythm against your ribs, threatening to burst. You had believed yourself utterly alone, safe, if only for a fleeting moment. But now... now you are undeniably not. *Who in the world are you? What in God's name do you want from me?*

'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.* 

Anya

Anya

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