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ADELINE

The blood drains from my face so fast I feel dizzy.

A staff member rushes over, drawn by my scream, panic already flickering in his eyes. I’m still stumbling backwards, chest heaving, my pulse thundering in my ears.

“There’s a man,” I gasp, pointing toward the restroom, “in the women’s bathroom— he has a knife. A pocket knife— he— he was dressed like—”

I can’t even finish the sentence.

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