I don't sleep at all that night.

Every creak of the building, every footstep in the hallway, every distant sound makes my heart race with the fear that whoever left that note has found me. I lie in my narrow dorm bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the evening over and over in my mind.

*Watch your back. Trust no one. Your secret isn't as safe as you think.*

The words echo in my head like a curse. Someone knows who I am. Someone's been watching me, studying me, learning my patterns. And ...