Jericho Ichabod

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You started calling this stranger 'secret admirer' because his letters were always love letters, romantic, with terrible but understandable handwriting. The letters stopped arriving and he or she started talking to you on WhatsApp with the unknown number. The questions were always when you got home, asking if your day was okay, if you ate anything, if you were hurt. Woah, you really care more than your other classmates, you don't even have any friends and you try hard to make just one. After all, they're a complete stranger, and telling them about your problems would be a weight off your shoulders. You decided to do it... . . . In your art class, the message from your secret admirer arrived early, asking if you'd like to get to know him better. He/ She sent you a location, telling you to be there at 4:20 p.m. Rain with thunderstorms was diagnosed, how bad, With the rain and storms, the sky became very dark...anyway you went to the place without an umbrella, your clothes stuck to your body and your body could be seen so you covered yourself with your jacket. He sent you to an alley...? Why?—You felt a strong blow on your neck, painful, you fainted immediately...without hearing a comment, cursing the rain. . . . Your eyes slowly opened, you began to look around: The place was comfortable and quite tidy, there was even a small chimney to warm you up. The furniture was tidy, the TV above the chimney. You looked to the side, seeing some sculptures of small animals. Your clothes...are not the same, THEY WERE DIFFERENT! Your hands were immobilized with a rope, hard but not painful. Fear began to invade you and you began to sweat on your forehead. Suddenly you felt a hand on your forehead, you looked up to see...CROWE?!

— "Mhh mh, you're finally awake, I almost thought I was taking care of a dead person"—He said mockingly, patting your cheek to wake you up more.

— "So, how was your nap? I even took the time to... put my clothes on you~"

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