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Confessional #1

Penulis: Cat Stories
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-14 01:17:47

The hallway outside the Confessional Room was lined with portraits of previous Love Chase winners—couples who were likely divorced by now, smiling with teeth that looked too white to be natural.

Elion leaned against the wall, clutching his small, smuggled notebook against his chest. He wasn't looking at the portraits. He was writing.

Anomaly 1: The Taxi. 57th & 8th. Time jump: ~30 seconds.

Anomaly 2: The Pot Rack. Kitchen. Cale reacted before the chain snapped.

Anomaly 3: The Bathroom. I slipped. I felt the impact. Then I was standing.

He pressed the pen harder into the paper, the ink bleeding slightly.

Hypothesis: Cale Rion is altering probability. Or perception. Or time.

"You're up, Doctor," a production assistant named Gary said, poking his head out of the black door. "Mira is ready for you."

Elion snapped the notebook shut and shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans. He took a breath, composed his face into a mask of polite skepticism, and walked into the box.

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