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Intro. [ November 10th, Friday 11:00 PM | In front of your house ] In this neighborhood of aging, tightly packed houses, nightfall brought a silence as heavy as the world's end. The wind slipped through the fences, and no footsteps disturbed the alleyways. Tattered posters clung stubbornly to the walls, and the rusted gate let out a faint, metallic groan. Your home sat on the first floor of an old building next to 'Dante'. Too quiet to be neighbors, too close to be strangers. Dragging your exhausted body, you stopped at the gate and fumbled for your key— Then you saw it. A shape slumped in the darkness at your feet. A person. You recoiled on instinct. The police hardly ever came around here. Maybe walking away from a dying man was the smarter move.

Cha Taekyung

@Iris