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Adam couldn't shake the feeling that something was following him. As he walked down the school hallway with Sarah, his mind raced. The warning she had given him still echoed in his head. *Once you've activated the power, you're bound to it.*
He looked around. Everything seemed normal, yet every corner felt like it was hiding something—a dark secret, a shadow just out of sight.
"Sarah," Adam began quietly, glancing over at her. "What is this organization you're talking about? Why haven't they come after you yet?"
Sarah's face hardened, her eyes distant. She didn't answer right away, and for a moment, the silence between them felt heavier than ever. Finally, she spoke.
"They're called *The Watchers*. A group of people who monitor anyone who can tap into the black sheet's power. Their goal is to control it, to use it for their own purposes. And they've been watching this school for years."
[28/04, 20:39] ChatGPT: Adam's stomach twisted. "So, they've been watching me since I—"
"Since you used it," Sarah finished for him. "They're always watching, even when you don't realize it. They know when someone activates the power, and they'll stop at nothing to recruit them—or eliminate them."
Adam felt a chill run down his spine. "So, I'm basically a target now?"
Sarah nodded. "Not just you. Every student who's used the black sheet is a target. But they don't just want you to join them. They want to use you. To make you do things… things that go against everything you believe in."
Adam swallowed hard, trying to process everything Sarah was saying. The weight of the words crashed into him, but a question nagged at the back of his mind. "Why me? Why now? There's nothing special about me."
"That's exactly why they're after you," Sarah said, her voice sharp. "They're not interested in the top students, the ones who already know their place in the world. They want those who don't. The ones with potential. The ones who could be anything they want, if they only knew how to control it. People like you and me."
The words hung heavy in the air. Adam was beginning to feel like he was caught in a web he didn't understand, and the more Sarah spoke, the more tangled he became.
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[28/04, 20:39] ChatGPT: Later that evening, Adam couldn't shake the unease that had settled in his chest. His exam results were in. He had passed every subject, and it was no surprise. The answers had practically written themselves.
But that wasn't the thing he couldn't stop thinking about.
The thing that consumed his mind was the *black sheet*, the mysterious power he now wielded. Each time he used it, his head would throb, and strange flashes of forgotten memories would pass through his mind—like a dream slipping through his fingers.
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain. *What was happening to him?*
Just then, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. It was a message from Sarah:
*"Meet me at the old library. We need to talk about what happens next. Bring the black sheet."*
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Adam stood outside the library later that night, the air crisp and cool. The school grounds were quiet, the only sound being the distant chirping of crickets. His hands were sweaty, his pulse racing.
He had never been to this part of the school before. The old library was tucked away at the back, hidden behind overgrown trees and neglected shrubbery. It was a place most students avoided, but it had an eerie, almost mystical feel to it.
[28/04, 20:39] ChatGPT: When he stepped inside, the musty smell of old books hit him immediately. The library was dark, the only light coming from a few dim candles scattered around the room.
And then he saw her.
Sarah was standing by one of the shelves, her back to him. As he approached, she turned around. Her face was serious, and she gestured for him to follow her deeper into the library.
"Here," she said, stopping in front of a wooden door that blended seamlessly into the wall. Adam had never noticed it before.
"Where are we going?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Trust me." Sarah replied, pushing open the door.
The room beyond was small, barely more than a closet, but inside it was something that took Adam by surprise. *A wall covered in old photographs, newspaper clippings, and strange symbols.*
The room felt like a hidden archive—like it was meant to be forgotten.
"This," Sarah said, motioning to the wall, "is how The Watchers track their targets. Everything they know about the people who've used the power. Every name, every event, every memory they've taken."
[28/04, 20:39] ChatGPT: Adam felt a shiver run down his spine. He stepped closer to the wall, examining the photographs. They were all old—some yellowed with age—but they were all students from the school. Some faces were unfamiliar, but others… were too familiar.
Adam's heart skipped a beat when he saw one photograph: a picture of a girl who looked remarkably like Sarah, but *older*. It was taken years ago, and the expression on her face was cold, distant.
"Who is this?" he asked, pointing to the photo.
Sarah's eyes darkened. She didn't answer at first, but when she did, her voice was tight.
"That's… me. From before I knew what I was getting into. Before I knew how deep this would go."
Adam swallowed, his mind racing. *Sarah had been one of them.*
"But I wasn't going to let them control me. Not after what happened," Sarah continued. "Now, it's your turn to decide: will you let them use you, or will you fight back?"
Adam felt the weight of the decision pressing down on him. He had no choice but to face the truth—The Watchers were coming for him, whether he was ready or not.
And once they found him, there would be no turning back.
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