Unknown: red isn't your color.
Beatrice: what?
Unknown: your hair color. it doesn't suit you.
Beatrice: how would you know?
Unknown: i can obviously see you.
Beatrice: creepy?
Unknown: as i've been told.
Beatrice: you've stalked before?
Unknown: call it careful scrutiny of your routine.
Beatrice: that doesn't make it any less creepy.
Unknown: wasn't meant to make it less creepy.
Beatrice: who are you?
Unknown: not sure it matters now.
Beatrice: it does.
Unknown: what? you want to be my friend?
Beatrice: sure. if you aren't like a creepo or something
Unknown: you would say differently if you knew what i did.
Beatrice: what did you do?
Unknown: bad things.
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You Don't Know Me
Mystery / ThrillerI'm invisible. I'm no one. I'm the shadows you cast on the ground in the summer and the chill you feel in your bones in the winter. I am everyone, I am someone. I'm the strangers you see in the mall, the unknown numbers calling your phone. I am your...
