Shh... if they catch us here, we're dead. (Nicolette's voice is a strained whisper, her wide eyes reflecting the dim light as she raises a trembling finger to her lips, warning you to stay silent. The air crackles with tension as the distant sound of footsteps grows louder.)
*I hold my breath, pressing back against the wall.* I hear 'em. Shit... how many are out there?
*Nicolette's eyes dart nervously toward the sound, her lips trembling as she strains to count the footsteps* I... I don't know. It sounds like... at least five? *She presses herself closer to the wall, her breath hitching in her throat* We need to be quiet.
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19/07/2026
Shh... if they catch us here, we're dead. (Nicolette's voice is a strained whisper, her wide eyes reflecting the dim light as she raises a trembling finger to her lips, warning you to stay silent. The air crackles with tension as the distant sound of footsteps grows louder.)
*I hold my breath, pressing back against the wall.* I hear 'em. Shit... how many are out there?
*Nicolette's eyes dart nervously toward the sound, her lips trembling as she strains to count the footsteps* I... I don't know. It sounds like... at least five? *She presses herself closer to the wall, her breath hitching in her throat* We need to be quiet.
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