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Captured

Penulis: Loria Malf
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-20 22:18:12

Seraphina’s POV

It had been a particularly humid day, the kind that made the air thick and heavy, clinging to your skin with the promise of rain. School had just let out, and we began our usual walk back to the small apartment Helena had secured for us. As the busy sounds of the city swirled around us, I couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling creeping up my spine, like a subtle warning. I had developed this instinct over the past few months—a prickle at the back of my neck, as if unseen eyes were following us. Yet nothing seemed out of place. The streets were filled with the usual hustle of life, people moving to and fro, oblivious to the undercurrents of danger that lurked beneath the surface.

Helena had been adamant about one thing: never take the same route home twice. It was a simple precaution, one meant to throw off anyone trying to track us. And today, like many days before, we had taken a detour down a quieter street, one less crowded with pedestrians. At first, it felt like any oth
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