Cruel Heart
It is soon deleted, and nothing more appears, as I give up sending another message.
I feel horribly cold, and I get up to close the window. I feel my body vibrate with the beat of my heart, maybe I even feel dizzy. But as soon as I hold the window flaps, I furrow my eyebrows when I notice a hooded person — nothing like the organization's soldiers — down there, looking at the window where I am.
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