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she added, and I smiled at her encouraging words. "Just remember, Lily, Mom shouldn’t know about our plans for now, not even about the social media account," I cautioned. She nodded in agreement. We proceeded to set up a social media account and used a picture of an elderly woman. "You’re so clever, Ethan," I said. "I can always count on you for anything smart." I felt overwhelmed by Lily’s kind words and smiled as I hugged her. We started looking through profiles with the name Hawkins. We chatted with several people, but none of them responded positively.

But she didn’t get to finish her sentence before Chandler’s phone rang again. This time, it was his assistant, Ben. Chandler wearily answered, “What is it?” Ben swallowed hard as he deliberated about how to deliver the next piece of news. Taking a deep breath, he finally said, “Professor Rotterdam, do you remember the female corpse sample we examined this afternoon? “I verified the details, and her sample code is A167, belonging to Pauline’s laboratory.” Chandler’s body went rigid, his expression darkening. “A167?! Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?”

He moved a bit away from her and began unbuttoningthis shirt. Nima's brows raised in confusion. “Your abs are fake? Don't tell me you're about to remove a silicone from your abs.” She said in an amused tone. Joel chuckled at her words while still proceeding with his action till he was done. He turned his back to her and gently pulled down his shirt to reveal the tattoo of a mysterious shadowy figure with 2 small horns protruding at its forehead. It looks like a creature shrouded in darkness. It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon.

An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen. She swiped to the next file. "Whisper-in-Shadow. A Fae assassin who can literally parasitize a target's shadow, becoming one with it. The entry says not even a Prime Alpha's senses can detect him until the moment of the killing blow." The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at.

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(Adrian) I saw the fake account while scrolling through my notifications during a quiet moment in the study. The username was generic — something like “NYC_Shadow22” with a profile picture of a sultry model I didn’t recognize. The comment was on one of my recent professional posts, a simple photo from a charity event. “hi honey ”

said Shadow with worry. “I was in Terminus, my current home. I moved there after the fallout of my infamous Mention controversy, the reason why I was there is because I vowed myself not see my friends again and rather see myself fade into obscurity like a forgotten relic of a bygone era” I confessed. Shadow was shocked about my confession. It was mirroring the mention controversy back in 2019 at Planet Earth. “I see… if Inkcanius Splatoonus is your inkling name, what’s your actual name?” Shadow asked. I closed my eyes and began to morph into my human form “my actual name is Arnold… Arnold Pontilan Alviar II or Arnold II Alviar. I was the one that created Planet Harmony and the locations in m

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He was the type who didn’t need to say much to leave an impression. Finally, there was "Shadow," the mysterious one. He didn't give me, his real name, nor does his profile carry anything about him. His profile picture was a shadowed silhouette, and his messages were curt, almost cold. Yet, there was something magnetic about his aloofness. He had a bad-boy edge, the kind that made me curious about what lay beneath that mask and he was the only one who asked for my picture because I didn't have any on my profile, just my bear, which was gifted to me, by my nanny as well when I turned six and since then I have been sleeping with it. All my life, I had just my nanny and my bear, my little friend