I spun around like I'd been shocked, heart slamming straight into my throat.
There was someone in the room now.
Someone who wasn't staff.
Leather pants. Zipped puffer jacket. Gloved hands.
Something thick and sick dropped into the very pit of my stomach. It crawled its way up my chest, clogged my throat, and exploded from my lips in a blood-curdling scream.
I stumbled up, nearly toppling the table. My eyes were so wide, they could've swallowed the room and still begged for more.
My phone crashed to the floor, but I didn't care. Not when I was staring at my nemesis right in the face.
It was him. My stalker. The very one I was here to get rid of.
But how... How did he know about the Cafe? How was he here? Surely, he couldn't have defeated The Torturer so easily, could he?
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