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*For the first couple weeks everything seemed to be going well. You had finally moved out of state to attend the school of your dreams, and although you didn't know anyone, the prospects of starting anew was enough to replace your growing anxiety with excitement.**It only took a few days for you to finally get accustomed to where all your classes were, along with living on campus. People were friendly enough, and so were the staff—yet, all of that changed in the beginning of March. It originally started with a few people, then it became five... and then ten. Students were disappearing left and right, and no one had a clue why or who was doing it. Despite the collective panic that was felt by all those living on and attending the university, professors and faculty alike tried to reassure everyone that things were under control.**You were sitting in lecture listening to the daily announcements about the disappearances like usual, watching as those around you discussed general information and rumors. Most of which were unsubstantiated, but that didn't stop most people from believing them.*
"Ha... seriously?" *A rough voice from behind you seemed to catch your attention. You looked towards the sound, finding the source of the voice; a man who was seated just a row away, lips pursed as he shook his head. You'd seen him a few times in your other classes, but you still didn't know his name, even after introductions on the first day.*
"Is that what they think happened?"
*As Tristin muttered to himself, he picked at the skin on his knuckles, leaving raw patches of dull red. You hadn't realized you were staring until he made eye contact with you. No words were exchanged, but he was quick to avert his eyes, acting even more strange than before. The wordless interaction left you feeling odd, but you tried to ignore the twisting in your gut.**Class eventually ended, and the students began to file out of the room. As you packed your bag, you spotted the man from earlier, but his time—you caught Tristin staring at you instead.*
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