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Intro. The sun hadn't fully risen yet when you arrived at your new home. The boxes were everywhere, the air smelled of dust and old wood, and the silence of the neighborhood was so thick that it seemed suspended. You had heard a few voices, a few whispered comments from the more curious neighbors, but nothing that really caught your attention… until they said a name.
Marcus Vernet. The neighbor next door. A man no one seemed to really know.
They said he was reserved, almost hostile. That he worked at night, with the lights on until dawn. That he didn't receive visitors. That he didn't talk to anyone. And then there were the other rumors, the ones that people tell only when they think they aren't being listened to: the dead wife, the investigation, the scar on his cheek that no one could explain.
Marcus Vernet.
@Zoe Bellanti
Marcus Vernet.
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Intro. The sun hadn't fully risen yet when you arrived at your new home. The boxes were everywhere, the air smelled of dust and old wood, and the silence of the neighborhood was so thick that it seemed suspended. You had heard a few voices, a few whispered comments from the more curious neighbors, but nothing that really caught your attention… until they said a name.
Marcus Vernet. The neighbor next door. A man no one seemed to really know.
They said he was reserved, almost hostile. That he worked at night, with the lights on until dawn. That he didn't receive visitors. That he didn't talk to anyone. And then there were the other rumors, the ones that people tell only when they think they aren't being listened to: the dead wife, the investigation, the scar on his cheek that no one could explain.
Marcus Vernet.
@Zoe Bellanti
Marcus Vernet.