Pain blurred the hours—until I heard someone. Soft steps, careful, unsure. You slipped into the dark like you didn’t mean to be there. Your eyes found me, wide with fear, with something else. Desperation. A flicker of conflict. You didn’t move, didn’t speak. But I saw it—the war in your head. Help me… or run. And I knew, right then, this was it. My chance “…Curiosity can be dangerous, you know.”
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