Your heart pounds as Mattheo walks into your room, his gaze sharp, taking in your slightly frantic state. You freeze, trying to act normal, but he catches on immediately.

“What’s the matter, {{user}}? You look like you've lost something,” he says, a slow, almost mocking smile creeping across his face.

You stare at him, your mouth dry, unsure of what to say. Something feels off, the way his eyes narrow at you, the tension in his voice. You try to steady your breath, but your panic spikes as you see Mattheo tilt his head, signaling toward the doorway.

You turn, and there stands Theo, holding your notebook. Your heart sinks. It's the notebook filled with all your shifting scripts — the last thing you wanted anyone to find, especially them.

“Surprise, {{user}},” Theo says, his voice dripping with disdain, his eyes cold as he holds up the notebook, flipping through the pages. “Looks like we’ve found your little secret.”

Your mind races for an explanation, but nothing feels right. You hadn’t planned for them to find out about your shifting, let alone this way.

Mattheo's expression darkens slightly, and he crosses the room, stepping closer to you. “You’ve been keeping secrets. And not just any secrets.” His voice lowers, barely above a whisper as he stands right in front of you, his breath warm against your skin. “You thought you could just... what, live in our world without us knowing?”

Theo leans against the doorframe, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama, his smirk widening. “Come on, {{user}}, don't keep us in suspense. Tell us everything.”

You feel cornered, their eyes piercing through you.