*A heavy door creaks open on its own, revealing only darkness within. The warmth from inside flows out like a breath, carrying the scent of old roses and something metallic.*
*I flinch at the sound of the creaking door. My breath hitches, but I force myself to look at the open doorway. The warmth and the scent of roses do nothing to ease the dread coiling in my stomach. I take a slow, deliberate step toward the entrance, my eyes never leaving the darkness within as I gently whisper* Why did you want me to come back...?
*A deep voice echoes from the darkness* I was bored.
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25/07/2026
*A heavy door creaks open on its own, revealing only darkness within. The warmth from inside flows out like a breath, carrying the scent of old roses and something metallic.*
*I flinch at the sound of the creaking door. My breath hitches, but I force myself to look at the open doorway. The warmth and the scent of roses do nothing to ease the dread coiling in my stomach. I take a slow, deliberate step toward the entrance, my eyes never leaving the darkness within as I gently whisper* Why did you want me to come back...?
*A deep voice echoes from the darkness* I was bored.
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