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Lucy's hands trembled slightly as she stared at the articles spreading across the screen. More headlines kept appearing every second. Photos of Hart standing close to her. Photos of Vanessa glaring at her. Photos of him handing her the business card. Someone had recorded everything. Her stomach tightened painfully. "This is bad," she whispered. Hart's expression remained cold as he scrolled through the posts. The air around him felt different now. Sharper. Dangerous. Lucy finally understood why people feared him.

Every headline looks worse than the last. ‘Gold digger nurse refuses to leave billionaire husband.’ ‘Camila Vega traps CEO before contract ends.’ ‘Is the billionaire being manipulated?’ For a second, everything around me goes quiet. Karen gently takes the tablet away from Brian. “Enough.” “I’m just showing her what they’re saying.” “She doesn’t need to read every disgusting comment.” Brian runs both hands through his hair. “I swear, if I find whoever wrote these articles…” Karen folds her arms. “What?” “I’ll make them spend one shift in the emergency department.”

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.

I had always been intrigued by the supernatural and unknown, so that headline was like catnip to me. As I read through the article, chills went down my spine. The description of the entity—tall, threatening, able to manipulate shadows—sent shivers through me. One could not have helped feeling as if it were maybe real, maybe this was it; supernatural existence had come, something that had often been called forth.

The horror of the photos was enough to give nightmares to any werewolf who saw them. These articles were shared like wildfire and became the new hot topic of discussion. At this point, the situation completely flipped.

He added, "I've told you that wasting food is strictly prohibited in our factory. If you don't want to end up like her, you'd better eat up." I watched them coldly as they trembled, slowly lifting the covers off their plates. Almost immediately, their horrified screams filled the air. On their plates were arms, thighs, and fingers. There were enough body parts to form a whole person. Only then did I realize they weren't as scary as I had thought. It turned out that even those stronger than me could still feel fear. Right then, I spoke up, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Each part tastes different. If you're curious, you can swap pieces and try each other's."

Maybe worse. My blood runs cold, much like finding out he had my journals and my eyes fly to his, gluing to them in wide-eyed horror. Fear, that he didn’t just know of the existence of those things, but he watched them or looked in the folders and piles of disgusting media I knew Rick kept. It’s one thing to read about those vile acts and another entirely to see it visually. I feel sick to my stomach, instantly paling and hit with a dizzy spell that has me clutching the table edge to steady myself.

She's spacing out again. “Huh? W-what is it again?” Yep! Told you! “Oh, sorry. I was just thinking if there's anything I forgot about with the memorization of the articles since we got exams tomorrow. But yes, I'd love to watch something creepy. The horror I guess?” she explained while smiling widely. “Three tickets, please. Can you suggest the uhm, the most terrifying one?” I politely asked as I was paying for our tickets. “Muff's treat, yey!” I grabbed our glasses and smiled at them, waited for the door to be opened.

When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: Maybe you’ve lost someone to violence, or perhaps you have been the victim of a violent crime. Either way, your life has been altered and a hole has been punched open in your world. Through it comes the most malignant, destructive monster of all: FEAR. More vicious than any violent criminal, more evil than the deeds of any killer, fear will rob you of what’s left of your life. There’s only one way out of the haunted forest: You must go through. You must face what you most fear. We can show you how.

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.