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She logged in, he logged in. He asked for a game and she agreed willingly. She gave him names to kill so as not to be killed herself...having blood on her hands without killing a soul. ******* (STORY EXCERPT) A knot suddenly began to tighten up my lungs until I found it hard to breath, until I was left gaping my mouth open, desperate for air, desperate to shout out for help. On the other side of the picture, was a small handwriting, dreadful and flawless. It read; I'm it. Ready? Suddenly, from deep inside the house, the door slammed. 3. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to turn. 2. Footsteps. 1. And then, I felt a breath on the back of my neck, a whisper in my ear. So close, so real. "Run." ********** "When does it end?" The hunter laughed. "Don't you see Erina," he stepped closer to her. "It never does."
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