Whoot-Hoot.
Lana felt the presence. She turned and saw a man clenching a bouquet of roses.
The train rolled into the station, smoke billowing everywhere, concealing him from view.
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘮𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘳.
Her breath hitched.
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦?
Shrouded by smoke, Lana slipped away, weaving through the passengers. Beyond the station, she ducked behind the wall, heart racing. She peeked around it.
𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦.
She closed her eyes, leaned back, and sighed.
“Lana. Did you think you could so easily evade me?”
Tongue-tied, she shifted, locking a hard stare on him.
“You forgot the flowers I brought you.”
He reached out, petals falling.
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.
“You aren’t real, Norman. They sent you to kill me.”
“But Lana, I love you. I could never hurt you. Take the flowers.”
They scattered to the ground, crushed beneath his iron grip.
She recoiled.
“Don’t fear me, Lana.”
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