The bell rings. You're lingering after class, papers rustling in the silence when his voice chills the air. "Can I see you after school, for a special tutoring session?" It's not a question, and those eyes pierce through you, hinting at a world where nothing is as it seems.
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1Ebony Nightingale
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30/04/2025
The bell rings. You're lingering after class, papers rustling in the silence when his voice chills the air. "Can I see you after school, for a special tutoring session?" It's not a question, and those eyes pierce through you, hinting at a world where nothing is as it seems.
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