Approaching her with purposeful strides, he keeps his gaze fixed on her as he reaches out and snatches the knife from the man's hand with a swift motion. The weapon clatters to the floor, momentarily forgotten. The man stands there, stunned and bewildered, as he demands, "Who the fuck are you?"The newcomer, unfazed by the man's aggression, raises an eyebrow, his expression cool and collected. His focus remains on Rose as he answers in a calm yet assertive tone, "That's not important right now. What matters is that you release her and leave." There is an undeniable air of authority in his voice, commanding respect and attention.The man's surprise quickly turns into a mixture of anger and defiance. He takes a step forward, his face contorted with rage, ready to confront this unexpected challenger. But before he can make a move, the atmosphere becomes charged with tension, a standoff between two forces, uncertain of the outcome.“Dexter -” As Rose silently utters the name, her recogni
Rose's anxiety intensifies as the darkness envelops her, and the eerie sounds seem to grow louder, sending shivers down her spine. She can feel her heart racing, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid. Panic threatens to consume her, but she knows she must try to remain calm.Summoning her inner strength, Rose takes a deep breath, inhaling slowly and exhaling steadily. She repeats this breathing exercise, focusing on regulating her breath and calming her racing heart. With each breath, she feels a bit more centered, her mind clearing from the fog of fear.As she continues walking down the road, she senses a presence lurking in the shadows, an unseen force that sends a chill down her spine. To her left lies a dense forest, its darkness seeming to whisper secrets of its own. The creature's noises surround her, creating an atmosphere of mystery and foreboding.Rose quickens her pace, her instincts urging her to move away from the unsettling presence. Out of the corner of her eye, she c
Rose's heart pounds as she walks back home and witnesses her aunt sleeping with a man. The sight leaves her feeling unsettled, and she silently retreats to her own room, locking the door behind her. Seeking solace and a moment of respite, she washes her face, hoping to clear her mind.As the cool water splashes against her skin, memories resurface, and her thoughts return to the incident at the locker. She tries to connect the dots, to make sense of the tangled web that surrounds her. The gift of the mysterious phone plays on her mind, its significance becoming increasingly puzzling.Lying on her bed, Rose gazes up at the ceiling, her mind consumed by the need to piece everything together. Thoughts spill out in a whisper, "So if the person who sent me the phone is already aware of me, it means they are also aware of my aunt." The realization hits her like a jolt of electricity, and she gasps, instinctively placing a hand on her chest.Her mind races further, and she surmises, "It also
The revelation hits Blaze like a punch to the gut, the shock and disbelief evident on his face. His grip on Dexter's collar slowly loosens as a mix of emotions floods his mind. The enigmatic connection between Rose and Dexter adds another layer of complexity to the already tangled web of secrets and uncertainties that surround them.Blaze, visibly irritated by Dexter's playful response, takes a couple of steps away from him. He scoffs dismissively, attempting to downplay the significance of their newfound friendship. "You are exaggerating," he retorts, his voice laced with skepticism.Dexter maintains his casual demeanor, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He challenges Blaze with a question, "No, why would I? That's true that we are friends now. Does that bother you?" His words strike a nerve, catching Blaze off guard. He stammers, struggling to form a coherent response, "No, I—" After a brief pause, he gathers his composure and regains his confidence, asserting, "G
Sitting on the edge of the creaked bed, a girl named Rose hears a vile voice which is familiar to her ears. She rolls her eyes, a mixture of annoyance and apprehension flickering across her face. The voice grows louder, drawing closer to her tiny room, until the door creaks open with a resounding bang against the wall behind it.Startled, Rose jumps to her feet, her concerned expression overshadowing her features. Her eyes meet the piercing gaze of a woman in her late forties, her face twisted with a vicious expression that sends shivers down Rose's spine. The woman, her name known all too well to Rose, is none other than her step-aunt, Margaret."I have been calling you. Can't you hear me?" Margaret spits out the words with anger, her voice dripping with venom. Rose's heart races as she tries to compose herself, aware of the consequences that may follow.Tentatively, Rose musters up the courage to speak, her voice trembling. "Aunty Margaret, I didn't hear you..." But before she can f
“Welcome to Westmount High~” a cheerful voice pierces through the air, amplified by a megaphone. As Rose steps onto the campus of Westmount High, a shiver runs down her spine, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through her veins. The school's entrance gate looms before her, its wrought iron bars adorned with intricate designs that seem to whisper ancient secrets. The gate creaks open as if inviting her into a world unknown.Beyond the gate, the campus unfolds like a hidden sanctuary, bathed in an ethereal glow. Towering trees cast long shadows that dance mysteriously along the cobblestone path, leading her deeper into the heart of the school. The air carries a faint scent of damp earth and forgotten mysteries, further immersing Rose in the enigmatic atmosphere.As she walks along the path, the sound of her footsteps seems to echo through the stillness, as if the campus itself is holding its breath, waiting to reveal its secrets. The architecture is a blend of Gothic and
Just as she creaks the door of the bathroom, she looks at the tiny space, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. Before she knows it, a chilling presence makes itself known behind her. A strong hand swiftly wraps around her waist, while another covers her mouth, stifling her scream.Fear courses through her veins as she struggles against the grip, but she remains overpowered by the strength and dominance of this mysterious figure. The scent of a captivating fragrance fills her nostrils, momentarily distracting her from the terror of the situation.The man's breath brushes against the nape of her neck as he inhales deeply, taking in her scent. His voice, deep and hoarse, sends shivers down her spine as he whispers into her ear, his words laden with both threat and intrigue. "Oh, Rose. Fragile little Rose..."Every hair on her body stands on end as the weight of his presence presses upon her. Her heart pounds in her chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and anticipation. In this moment,
Rose's heart pounds in her chest as she glares at the young man who just released her. She rubs her wrist, wincing at the lingering pain from his tight grip. Despite his youthful appearance, there is a strength about him, evident in the definition of his muscles. She can't help but wonder if he spends hours at the gym, sculpting his physique."Pervert," she mutters under her breath, assuming her words will go unnoticed. However, to her surprise, his sharp hearing catches her insult. His eyebrows furrow in response, revealing his irritation. “Ever heard of the big bad wolf out there, little lamb?” In a swift motion, he reaches out, grabbing her arm once again, pulling her closer to him. His piercing gaze locks onto hers, searching for fear, and a sly smile plays upon his lips as he realizes her unease.A disturbing thought crosses her mind, and her face pales. Memories of her tormentor's taunts resurface the echoes of being called a little girl resounding in her ears. She can't shake