Present Time – School Clinic
Pearl stared at the cracked mirror in front of her.
It wasn’t the mirror that scared her—it was her reflection. Her string was no longer red. It was turning dark, thread by thread, as if her soul was unraveling.
Freya stood beside her, silent. Both of them had been seeing the strings change around them.
“What does black mean?” Pearl asked, barely above a whisper.
Freya looked at her with a heavy gaze. “Regret. Guilt. Death.”
A pause.
Pearl’s hands trembled. “Then why is mine turning black?”
“You wore it,” Freya replied. “Even just for a while. It marked you.”
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Flashback – A Week Ago
Zyreen, shaking, holds the bracelet she stole from Freya’s locker.
She wears it.
Instantly, her eyes widen—visions flood in. Every person she’s hurt, every lie, every secret… is shown to her in brutal clarity.
The bracelet doesn't give her power. It gives her guilt.
She falls to the floor, screaming. The string around her neck turns pitch black.
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Present Time – School Rooftop
Freya looks at Zyreen’s memorial photo posted on the wall.
“She didn’t jump,” Freya says. “She was pulled.”
Pearl’s breath catches. “By who?”
“Not who,” Freya replies. “What.”
They both stare at the bracelet inside the glass box.
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That night, a girl named Lina walks toward the box.
She stares at the bracelet through the glass.
“I just want to be heard,” she whispers.
The glass cracks.
The bracelet moves.
And the red string slowly wraps around Lina’s wrist—without anyone touching it.
Lina gasps.
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