He walks alone under flickering streetlights, every footstep swallowed by the night. A distant whisper curls around his name — too close, too wrong. Something moves just beyond the light, patient and hungry. His breath catches as the sound follows, not footsteps but a rhythm meant for him. Heart racing, he turns and the darkness smiles. You feel it too, don’t you? Save this chill.
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