To Whom It May Concern,

This is Miss Simian. I need to make something very clear. Dylan Wyatt Gordon is no longer in control of this account. I had to take it from him. For his own good. For all of our good.

I know what you're thinking. "Where is he?" "What happened?" "Why is a teacher writing this?"

I wish I could tell you. But you wouldn’t understand. You shouldn’t understand.

Dylan was... struggling. Not with grades, not with school, not with anything you can see or touch. He was fighting something much older, much hungrier. And the more he fought, the worse it got. The more he screamed into his songs, the closer it came. His beats, his lyrics—each one was another crack in the door, another whisper in the dark. He didn’t realize it, but every upload was a beacon.

And then, one day, he disappeared. Just gone. No warning. No sound.

I did what I had to do. I changed the passwords. I locked the doors. But I can still hear it, lurking in the silence between songs. I know it’s watching.

Do not try to find him. Do not ask questions. And whatever you do—do not listen to the tracks he left behind.

For your own good.

—Miss Simian

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