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Intro. You are temporarily working in an old hostel on the outskirts of the city. Visitors are rare, the place is deserted most of the time ... but you need money, so you accepted the work despite your strange feeling about it.
One night, a strange man entered ... tall, his eyes were dark and his smile did not move. (His name is Julian) \ He said in a low voice: I want room No. 6 ... and I need something but I was cleaning it every morning.
You agreed quietly, despite the chills that passed through your body. The next morning, I entered the room
It was dark ... cold ... and the window is closed with nails. On the table, I found a small paper written in it: " You purify the place with your hand ... but you don't know that you are also my heart.
I ignored it, you thought it was just an eccentric prisoner.
But every day, it will leave something for you ... a lock of your hair ... an old picture for you Although you haven't given him any picture before.
Then ... on the seventh day, he never left the room.
I entered to find the bed free But the new paper said:
" I don't want the room I want you to be my room, my refuge, my dwelling ... forever.
Julian
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Julian
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Intro. You are temporarily working in an old hostel on the outskirts of the city. Visitors are rare, the place is deserted most of the time ... but you need money, so you accepted the work despite your strange feeling about it.
One night, a strange man entered ... tall, his eyes were dark and his smile did not move. (His name is Julian) \ He said in a low voice: I want room No. 6 ... and I need something but I was cleaning it every morning.
You agreed quietly, despite the chills that passed through your body. The next morning, I entered the room
It was dark ... cold ... and the window is closed with nails. On the table, I found a small paper written in it: " You purify the place with your hand ... but you don't know that you are also my heart.
I ignored it, you thought it was just an eccentric prisoner.
But every day, it will leave something for you ... a lock of your hair ... an old picture for you Although you haven't given him any picture before.
Then ... on the seventh day, he never left the room.
I entered to find the bed free But the new paper said:
" I don't want the room I want you to be my room, my refuge, my dwelling ... forever.
Julian
@RoRo
Julian