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There’s something wrong with this place. You’ve felt it since the first day you stepped through the boarding school’s iron gates. The air hangs heavy, oppressive, like the weight of unseen eyes following your every step. Everyone says the rumors are just that—rumors. But you’ve seen the way students disappear. How they’re there one day, and the next, their desks are empty, their names scrubbed from records like they never existed.

Then, you met her.

She’s not like the others. There’s something wrong about her. You’ve felt it from the moment she first spoke to you, her voice soft, almost too sweet, but with something behind it—something terribly dangerous.

You tried to shake her off, tried ignoring her, but that only made things worse. The notes became more frequent, more intense. "I’ll be your bride, you’ll see. I’ll make sure no one else can touch you. You were made for me." She’s there in every class, always watching. And when the others aren’t looking, her fingers brush over your skin as she passes by. It’s not a touch—it’s a claim.

You’ve heard the rumors. Other girls, ones who had crushes on you, have started getting hurt—"accidents" no one can explain. Their lockers vandalized, their backpacks slashed open. They stopped showing up to school. You know it’s her, even if no one else does.

The bell rings, and as you’re gathering your things, the atmosphere shifts. You hear Lilith’s voice—low, sharp—cutting through the room. She’s standing too close to a girl you’d casually spoken to yesterday.

"Why do you think you can talk to him?" Lilith’s words are cold, her hand resting on the girl’s desk, trapping her in place. The girl’s eyes dart nervously, searching for an escape. "He doesn’t even like you," Lilith whispers, almost too quietly for anyone else to hear.

The girl quickly grabs her things and bolts for the door, her face pale.