STRING THEORY - Episode 007 — “The First Red String”

Classroom – The Next Day

Garah returned to class with eyes heavier than her bag.

She barely slept.

The image of the String Registry kept looping in her mind.

The silver-haired boy’s words echoed like a curse:

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“You chose to forget.”

Now, her bracelet had changed.

It wasn’t just glowing.

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It was searching.

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Seatmate Talks

“Garah, you okay?”

Sandra leaned over, her voice sweet, a little too careful.

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Garah nodded. “Just… tired.”

Sandra tilted her head. “Nightmares?”

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“Something like that.”

Garah’s fingers hovered over her bracelet. “Do you know anything about… this?”

Sandra blinked.

“No,” she lied.

“Looks like a good-luck charm.”

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But beneath the table, Sandra's own string was pulsing.

Vibrating with tension.

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The connection between them

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Sandra’s Room — A Week Ago

A red thread dangled from her ceiling, ending in mid-air.

She stared at it.

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Fingers trembling, she reached up and cut it.

Blood fell from her nose instantly.

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But she didn’t flinch.

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“That’s one gone. Two more left.”

She marked something on a wall behind a mirror.

Three tally marks.

Now only two.

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Back to Present: Classroom

As the teacher lectured, Garah’s bracelet lit up and vibrated—fast.

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She looked down.

The string glowed bright red.

It was connecting.

To someone.

To someone inside the room.

She stood up suddenly.

“I—I need to go.”

Without waiting for permission, she ran out.

Sandra’s eyes followed her.

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School Hallway

Garah reached the hallway just as the thread from her bracelet flew forward—turning a sharp corner.

She chased it, heart pounding.

Down the stairs.

Past the faculty office.

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Out into the courtyard.

It stopped.

Hanging in mid-air.

She turned slowly—

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And came face-to-face with a boy she’d never seen before.

Black jacket.

White earphones.

No string on his wrist.

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But when their eyes met—

Her thread shot straight into his chest.

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And vanished.

🗨️ “What did you do to me?” she whispered.

He pulled one earphone out, confused.

“You can… see it?”

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