Stalking Stella

Some places aren’t meant to be found. INVITE ONLY. It welcomes the wicked and rewards silence. Questions don’t belong here.

The Curator
For years, I embodied the role with conviction: a French curator presiding over a wax museum. But for me, it was never just about the art. Each grin was a reminder why I exist: to steal smiles off real monsters – ones still breathing.

But masks crack, and mine drew the wrong kind of attention. I should have disappeared before the scent of blood hit his nostrils. Before obsession replaced orders.

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Some places aren’t meant to be found. INVITE ONLY. It welcomes the wicked and rewards silence. Questions don’t belong here.

The Curator
For years, I embodied the role with conviction: a French curator presiding over a wax museum. But for me, it was never just about the art. Each grin was a reminder why I exist: to steal smiles off real monsters – ones still breathing.

But masks crack, and mine drew the wrong kind of attention. I should have disappeared before the scent of blood hit his nostrils. Before obsession replaced orders.

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