Anna Claire Clouds - Dark Side - Part 1-4 Official

Anna Claire dropped the notebook like it was on fire. Her hands shook as she poured a glass of cold water. But when she looked in the bathroom mirror, her reflection didn’t move for three seconds too long.

It started small. A missing hour here. A text message sent to her manager that she didn’t remember writing. Then the bruises—long, finger-shaped marks on her wrists, hidden under silk robes. Anna Claire Clouds - Dark Side - Part 1-4

Not literally—but close. The Hollow surged up like black water. She watched her own hand pick up a steel water bottle. She watched her arm draw back. She heard her own voice say, “You want vulnerability, Ezra?”—but the tone was wrong. It was a growl wrapped in a giggle. Anna Claire dropped the notebook like it was on fire