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Surrender
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Ongoing, First published Sep 08, 2012
Do you ever have the feeling that you're constantly being watched? That someone is always following right behind you but once you turn around, they vanish.
          That's how Chanel felt. The only place she found peace was in  the abandoned museum just down the block. When she was six, she was out exploring and found the old deserted building. There, she found a painting of a man, whose hair was so black it had a blue sheen to it. Whenever she was near the picture, she felt the things following behind her vanish. She returned to the painting everyday. She finally felt safe. But on the day she turned seventeen, she finds that the painting has gone missing. 

	But the most shocking thing is that a new transfer student arrives in her class.

 A student who looks exactly like the man in the painting.
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