“Missed me?”The voice slices through the room, low and steady, dripping with something far worse than mockery.Familiarity.My stomach twists.“No…” I breathe.The figure steps forward, blood trailing behind them in slow, deliberate drops. Each step echoes, too loud in the suffocating silence.Leon shifts in front of me instantly.Protective.Ready.“Stay behind me,” he says.“I’m not—”“Maria.”The way he says my name stops me.Because this time, it’s not cold.Not empty.It’s him.Barely—but enough.“I’m not losing you again,” he adds quietly.My chest tightens.Before I can respond—the figure laughs.Soft.Sharp.“You already did.”Leon’s body goes rigid.“Identify yourself,” he says.The figure ignores him.Still staring at me.Always me.“That look,” they murmur. “Confusion. Fear. Guilt.”“I don’t feel guilty,” I snap.“Not yet.”A pause.Then—“You will.”My pulse spikes.“Say what you want or leave,” I fire back.“Oh, I will,” they say calmly. “But leaving isn’t part of it.”
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