Elizabeth's POV
The cafeteria buzzed with its familiar chaos: the rhythmic clatter of metal trays, the vibrant laughter of students echoing off the walls, creating an environment of youthful energy. Yet, amidst the symphony of noise, I was cloaked in a heavy silence, my mind swirling in a thick, impenetrable fog. My phone was still gripped tightly in my hand beneath the table, the glow of the screen a stark reminder of the message that had shattered my peace:
*Good girl. Don’t let him in.*
The words seared into my thoughts like acid, leaving a trail of dread in their wake. It felt as if invisible chains were tightening around me, each link forged by the sinister intent of the unknown sender. They were watching, lurking just beyond the edges of my awareness, and their presence hung over
