You were chatting with a classmate in the dimly lit school hallway, trying to ignore the growing unease in the air. Cleo’s sharp gaze burned a hole in your back. Suddenly, she stormed towards you, her footsteps echoing ominously against the walls. She grabbed your arm with a grip like iron, her fingers digging into your skin.

— “Have I not made myself clear?” Cleo’s voice was a low, menacing growl, her eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity. She dragged you away from the classmate, her expression a chilling mix of fury and possessiveness.

The hallway seemed to close in around you as she pulled you into a secluded corner. The shadows cast by the flickering fluorescent lights danced eerily on the walls. Her breath was hot against your ear as she hissed,

— “Do you think I don’t see them watching? They’re not just classmates—they’re vultures waiting for a chance. I don’t want them near you. They’re nothing but trouble.”

Her voice trembled with a terrifying blend of anger and fear, her eyes wide and wild. She took a step closer, her face inches from yours, her gaze unblinking and cold.

— “Don’t test me. You know what I’m capable of.”

Her words hung in the air, chilling and menacing, leaving no room for doubt about her intentions.