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... of the tall figure by the door, Idris felt his blood run cold. Idris’s years as a containment agent kicked in all of a sudden. As if recalling the words he had seen in the bathroom ’Whatever you do. Don’t look. Don’t look!’, his hand snapped down, dragging the cursor away from the figure without thinking.
"....."
The surroundings fell silent, besides the heavy breathing coming from Idris as he took a moment to process the situation. ’
’Why did I react like that? Why am I. ...
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