CHAPTER 4:The Warning
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CHAPTER FOUR
The Warning
Clara stared at the message until the words began to blur.
I know who you really are.
Her heart pounded violently against her chest.
She couldn't think.
She couldn't breathe properly.
Who knew?
How did they know?
And what exactly did they know?
For what felt like an eternity, Clara remained frozen on her bed, staring at her phone.
Eventually, she forced herself to stand.
She needed air.
She needed to think.
She grabbed her phone, locked her room behind her, and stepped into the quiet hallway.
It was past midnight.
The campus was almost completely silent.
Clara walked without paying attention to where she was going.
Her mind was still trapped on those six words.
Then—
Bang!
She collided with someone.
Her phone slipped from her hand and landed on the floor.
"I'm so—"
The stranger bent down and picked it up before she could finish.
He held it out to her.
"Watch it, little pet."
Clara looked up.
Her breath caught.
It was the new transfer student.
He didn't wait for her response.
He simply walked away.
Clara stared after him.
Something about the encounter felt wrong.
Then she looked down at her phone.
Her screen was still unlocked.
Her stomach dropped.
The message was gone.
Not just hidden.
Gone.
Clara opened the conversation again.
There was nothing.
No message.
No evidence that anyone had ever contacted her.
She felt a chill run through her.
Someone had deleted it.
But how?
She suddenly remembered the transfer student holding her phone.
"Wait!"
She ran after him.
He stopped and slowly turned around.
Clara struggled to catch her breath.
"Please," she said. "I need your help."
He stared at her for a moment.
"With what?"
Clara opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
She couldn't tell him.
Not about the competition.
Not about the fake identity.
Not about the message.
Not yet.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"You should be more careful about who you trust."
Clara froze.
"What does that mean?"
But he had already turned away.
"Wait!"
He kept walking.
Clara stood there alone in the empty hallway, staring after him.
Was that a warning?
Or a threat?
She looked down at her phone again.
The deleted message was still haunting her.
And one question refused to leave her mind.
Did he delete it?CHAPTER FOUR
The Warning
Clara stared at the message until the words began to blur.
I know who you really are.
Her heart pounded violently against her chest.
She couldn't think.
She couldn't breathe properly.
Who knew?
How did they know?
And what exactly did they know?
For what felt like an eternity, Clara remained frozen on her bed, staring at her phone.
Eventually, she forced herself to stand.
She needed air.
She needed to think.
She grabbed her phone, locked her room behind her, and stepped into the quiet hallway.
It was past midnight.
The campus was almost completely silent.
Clara walked without paying attention to where she was going.
Her mind was still trapped on those six words.
Then—
Bang!
She collided with someone.
Her phone slipped from her hand and landed on the floor.
"I'm so—"
The stranger bent down and picked it up before she could finish.
He held it out to her.
"Watch it, little pet."
Clara looked up.
Her breath caught.
It was the new transfer student.
He didn't wait for her response.
He simply walked away.
Clara stared after him.
Something about the encounter felt wrong.
Then she looked down at her phone.
Her screen was still unlocked.
Her stomach dropped.
The message was gone.
Not just hidden.
Gone.
Clara opened the conversation again.
There was nothing.
No message.
No evidence that anyone had ever contacted her.
She felt a chill run through her.
Someone had deleted it.
But how?
She suddenly remembered the transfer student holding her phone.
"Wait!"
She ran after him.
He stopped and slowly turned around.
Clara struggled to catch her breath.
"Please," she said. "I need your help."
He stared at her for a moment.
"With what?"
Clara opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
She couldn't tell him.
Not about the competition.
Not about the fake identity.
Not about the message.
Not yet.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"You should be more careful about who you trust."
Clara froze.
"What does that mean?"
But he had already turned away.
"Wait!"
He kept walking.
Clara stood there alone in the empty hallway, staring after him.
Was that a warning?
Or a threat?
She looked down at her phone again.
The deleted message was still haunting her.
And one question refused to leave her mind.
Did he delete it?
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