She thought the group was small, almost invisible, a tucked-away corner of the internet where confessions faded quickly and no one looked too closely. Admitting she was tired of acting like she didn’t care about being alone felt risky, yet freeing. Then the messages began—dozens, then more—some kind, some unsettling, and one that felt different enough to hope. But as details slowly unraveled, a chilling pattern emerged that left her stan… Continues…
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