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I sat on the floor, the wine bottle open and already half-empty, the sharp, acidic sting of the alcohol doing exactly what I wanted it to do—it dulled the sharpest edges of my panic. I started pulling books from the shelves, just looking for something, anything, to keep my mind occupied so I wouldn't have to think about my own life. That’s when I saw the folder. It was tucked between two thick philosophy tomes, unassuming and leather-bound. I pulled it out, expecting a journal or a history book, but the pages were filled with neat, dense handwriting and complicated charts. It was psychological research.

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

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My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind. The book was one of those suspenseful thrillers, full of secrets and betrayals, the kind of story that would normally have me hooked. But every twist on the page only reminded me of the real-life twists that had unfolded recently. Every deceit, every bit of violence written so neatly in these chapters felt uncomfortably close to home.

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

It was like my past was a locked room, and I didn't have the key. Giving up on simply remembering, I scanned the bookshelves. Maybe, just maybe, I could find some answers there. I picked out a few books on psychology, titles that looked promising. I settled back into the armchair and began to read, immersing myself in the world of complexes, traumas, and the intricate workings of the human mind. I read about common psychological complexes, the impact of childhood experiences, and the long-lasting effects of trauma. I devoured the words, searching for clues, for anything that resonated with my own experiences, anything that could shed light on the jumble of emotions and anxieties swirling wit

The calm guy said. I was still in my previous position. Didn’t move a muscle. I wonder what they are going to do next. The bars open, I could tell from the sound. My eyes were closed but I could still sense two shadows standing in front of me. “I can’t believe we caught him alive. I heard a lot about this guy before and he is a fucking psycho.” The calm guy said and the other one sounded even panic. “Hurry! I don’t want to end up like Eric! It could be that he was awake by now.”

, at the request of the old general manager of the family business and always accompanied. The novels, which she had in a certain quantity in her room, were occasionally picked up by one of the employees who advised her during the day. According to the authors and genres she liked. Now, alone, Rúbia went through all the sectors, meticulously organized in alphabetical order. For those that used to be of interest to her without even looking at the sessions and, towards the end of the collection, reaching the books that deal with the pastime prescribed by Magalhaes. “If you feel a certain amount of anxiety, similar to mental hunger, try to focus on this game and everything related to it. This i

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It was stupid, I know, but I just wanted him to tell me that I wasn't hallucinating at all, and that Kenai was out and here to haunt me. * I got dressed in a blur, every movement jerky and clumsy. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I pulled on my skirt backward the first time, then inside out the second. My throat felt dry, but I couldn’t bring myself to drink anything again. Not after last night. Every sound in the house made me flinch. I kept glancing over my shoulder, expecting something… someone… to be there. I was late. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating in my hand—reminders, unread emails, missed alarms. I ignored them all until one name flashed at the top of my inbox.