Prologue

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I keep running, avoiding your gaze, but everywhere I run is you I ran into. "Why are following me?" I screamed. I stopped to catch my breath but I was surrounded. You, all of you so different, but the same. I could not see your faces, but you weren't the one who was tormenting me, for once I felt safe.

That feeling never lasted more than a minute, I begin to run again. I either run or die. I had nowhere else to go, I made a mistake, took a wrong turn, but before I could trace my steps back, he had me. I couldn't breathe or scream, I'm going to die...

*sigh * I sat straight up, "another nightmare." 

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