The corridors echo with laughter that never belonged, and every spiral leads not forward, but inward. Somewhere in the black-and-white static of old security tapes, there's a girl with no face- -hood up, hands trembling, eyes that were once hers spiraling out of reason. Camelia walked into a campus with dreams. She left with something else. Before the silence, there were screams. Before the screams, whispers. And before those? Just... orientation day. All she wanted was a future. What she got was a choice. And when that choice finally looked back at her- -it smiled. This isn't a story about right or wrong. It's about the right desire. And how choosing it breaks you beautifully.
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