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🪧Parts: one I one.5 |

🪧Genre: Fantasy, Horror, Alternate Universes

🪧Pairing(s): Hyunjae x Reader, Q x Reader

🪧Summary: Seoul is in lockdown after a horrific outbreak. Separated from her family and fiancé, a young woman joins forces with three strangers to reach her family. A desperate fight for escape unfolds as they race against time and the growing chaos to survive.

🪧Word Count: 2,450

🪧Warning : Mention of virus, mature language

net: @deoboyznet

Jaehyun rubbed his eyes, exhaustion seeping into his bones after another long shift. The military base in Yangju had been buzzing with rumours for days, but the official announcement of the virus hit them like a tidal wave. He hadn’t had a chance to check his phone since he messaged you, and the anxiety gnawed at him.

The barracks were eerily quiet, the usual chaos replaced by a tense silence. Soldiers moved with purpose, but the weight of uncertainty hung over them all. Jaehyun’s unit had been briefed earlier that morning. They were on high alert, prepared for any orders that might come their way.

He glanced at the clock on the wall—3:15 PM. Visiting hours were supposed to start soon, and he had hoped to see you. But with the lockdown, those plans were fucked.

He had no way of knowing if you were safe.

Jaehyun tried calling you again this morning. It rang, but there was no answer.

“Squad 11!” A voice called out, snapping him back to reality. It was his commanding officer, Captain Kim, a stern but fair man who had seen his share of crises. “I need you in the briefing room. Now.”

Jaehyun nodded, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He followed Captain Kim through the maze of corridors, his mind racing with thoughts of you. The briefing room was already filled with his fellow soldiers, all wearing expressions of grim determination.

“Listen up,” Captain Kim began, his voice steady and commanding. “The situation in Seoul is deteriorating rapidly. The government has issued a city-wide lockdown to contain the outbreak. Our orders are to prepare for potential deployment.”

Murmurs spread through the room.

“Intel suggests the virus spreads quickly but isn’t lethal,” Captain Kim continued. “Our primary objective will be to support medical teams. We have to be vigilant and ready for anything.”

As the briefing concluded, Jaehyun watched as Hwang Jisoo approached Captain Kim. “Sir, permission to speak?”

“Granted,” Captain Kim said, eyeing him with curiosity.

“My younger sibling is in Seoul,” Jisoo said, his voice barely steady. “I haven’t been able to reach her. I’m worried about her safety.”

Captain Kim’s expression softened slightly. “I understand, Jisoo. We all have loved ones we’re concerned about. I’ll see what I can do to get a message through, but right now, our priority is the mission. Stay focused. She’ll need you to be strong.”

Jisoo nodded, a lump forming in his throat. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

Returning to his bunk, Jaehyun pulled out his phone once more, this time sending a quick message to his mother, asking her to try and contact you. He knew it was a long shot, but it was all he could do for now.

As he suited up, his thoughts kept drifting back to the last time he saw you. Your laughter, your touch, the way you scrunch your nose when you are deep in thought. He clung to those memories, using them for comfort to fall asleep.

Hours later, Jaehyun found himself standing guard at a checkpoint on the outskirts of Seoul. The city’s skyline loomed in the distance, a stark reminder of the crisis unfolding. Every now and then, he would look in the distant direction of your apartment and wonder if you’re even alive.

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🪧Masterlist

🪧Parts: one I

🪧Genre: Fantasy, Horror, Alternate Universes

🪧Pairing(s): Hyunjae x Reader, Q x Reader

🪧Summary: Seoul is in lockdown after a horrific outbreak. Separated from her family and fiancé, a young woman joins forces with three strangers to reach her family. A desperate fight for escape unfolds as they race against time and the growing chaos to survive.

🪧Word Count: 2,450

🪧Warning : Mention of zombies, and subtle references to the 2020 pandemic

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You leaned against the cool metal wall of the elevator, your head throbbing in time with each ascending floor. The bright lights shine over your pale face, making you push the cap on your head further down. Last night's after-work hangout had been a whirlwind of chattering workers, loud music, and endless soju bombs. Now, the remnants of too much alcohol twister your stomach into knots. You closed your eyes, hoping the ride would end soon, but the soft ding of each floor felt like a hammer against your skull.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, but you ignored it—no doubt a message from your fiancé, who finally had some time to use his phone privileges. You felt guilty for ignoring Jaehyun when you had so little time to speak to him each day, but there was no way you could bear to look at the glowing screen.

The door opened, and you were about to sigh relief before a tall man stepped inside with a large duffle.

Level 6, which means you had 7 more floors to go.

You shyly recognize that the male beside you is handsome, his broad shoulders and defined jawline accentuated by his fitted t-shirt. He gave you a polite nod of acknowledgment, which you returned with a slight smile before averting your gaze.

As the elevator approached your floor, you took a deep breath, hoping your headache would ease once you were in the quiet of your apartment. The doors opened with a final ding, and you stepped out. To your surprise, the man followed, heading in the same direction.

You walked silently down the hallway together, the soft carpet muffling your footsteps. When you reached your door, you hesitated momentarily, fumbling for your keys. He stopped at the apartment directly across from yours, and you watched from the corner of your eye as the door opened and he slipped inside.

You mused that he must be a friend of Changmin's, unlocking your door. You knew your neighbour in passing, another attractive tall male who coincidentally works in the building across from your office. Jaehyun was more familiar with your neighbour than you were; the two of them once got into a small fight over something as trivial as parking space, but that deterred you from ever building a friendly relationship with Changmin.

You step inside and slide into your slippers, hanging your coat and bag on the rack. Thinking back to all your decisions yesterday, staying over at Naeun's house when you had nothing clean to wear was probably the worst. The throbbing in your head persisted as you moved towards your ensuite bathroom, hoping a quick shower might alleviate the dull ache and eliminate the smoke smell stuck on your hair.

Glancing out the window as you shuffle out of your clothes, you notice a small traffic jam has formed due to a car crash on the main road next to your apartment block. You grimace. Great. Just what you need – another obstacle before getting some much-needed rest. Sighing as you step into the bathroom, you turn on the hot water in the shower, hoping the steam will help clear your head. As the small room fills with warmth, your phone buzzes again persistently on the counter.

This time, the guilt wins the battle. Ignoring the dull ache behind your eyes, you stretch out a soapy arm and grab the phone, the screen momentarily obscured by a sheen of water. A glance at the caller ID reveals it's not Jaehyun but your mother. A flicker of surprise shoots through you – your mom rarely calls you so early on the weekends.

"Eomma," you answer, your voice echoing slightly in the shower. The sound of your own voice, hoarse and scratchy, makes you wince.

"There you are! I've been trying to reach you all afternoon," your mom's voice comes through, laced with a hint of panic that sends a jolt through you. "Have you seen the news?"

Panic claws at your throat, mirroring the tightening sensation in your stomach. News? With a growing dread, you picture flashing headlines about military disputes or other political turmoils.

"No, I haven't," you manage, the steam making your voice even more raspy. "What's going on?"

The sound of your mother taking a deep breath reaches you through the receiver. It's a shaky breath, unlike the usual sigh of exasperation she reserves for your life.

"There's been an outbreak," she says, her voice tight. "An airborne virus. They're calling it 'Zen II'. The government just announced a city-wide lockdown will be initiated tomorrow. You must get into your car and drive to Incheon immediately."

The phone feels slick in your wet hand. Lockdown? A new virus? You thought you'd never have to deal with all of that again, how could the government let it get this far without a word leaking to the press. A million questions bombard your mind, but the hot water stinging your skin reminds you of your immediate situation.

"Okay, Mom. I'll start packing and try to make it home before midnight," you say, forcing your voice to stay calm. "But what about Jaehyun? Are they saying something about the military?"

"There'll be more information on the news. Jaehyun will probably get leave as well, don't worry. I will talk to his mother and call you back. Try to shower quickly, would you."

The line goes dead before you can ask anything further.

You stare at the phone, a cold dread settling in your stomach. Guilt crashes over you like a wave – the after-effects of last night's work gathering suddenly feel trivial compared to the news your mother just delivered. You should have gone home and been preparing for this, not nursing a hangover in the shower. You force yourself to focus. Packing. That's what you need to do. Food, water, essentials – the same drill you went through years ago feels chillingly familiar.

With a sigh that echoes off the wet tiles, you step out of the shower, the chill of the apartment contrasting sharply with the hot water. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you grab your phone and scramble for a dry spot.

It would be nice to check the news for yourself. As you open the news app, an old notification pops up – a message from Jaehyun. Your heart leaps momentarily before sinking again. You were supposed to meet tomorrow for family visitation, there's no way that's still on.

01:43 Hey love, I just got off duty. Did you make it home okay?

In your drunken stupor, you hadn't even let him know you would be staying over at Naeun's. You bite your lip, the weight of your actions pressing down on you. Ignoring Jaehyun's text for now, you toss your towel aside and rush to your closet.

Clothes are thrown onto the bed in a flurry - jeans, t-shirts, a warm hoodie. You rummage through drawers, shoving socks and underwear into your only suitcase.

Suddenly, a loud BANG echoes from outside your window. Your heart jumps into your throat. Adrenaline surges through you, so you race to the window and fling open the blinds. Your breath hitches. The traffic jam you noticed earlier has become a scene of chaos. Cars are abandoned, doors flung open. In the distance, you could hear a loud ambulance siren echo through your double-paned glass window.

Your stomach lurches. It's real. Zen II. The news reports you missed must have been filled with all the details. But there's no time to dwell on that now. You grab your phone, and Jaehyun's message flashes on the screen, mocking you. With trembling fingers, you type a quick reply.

14:27 I'm sure you have heard about the lockdown by now. I'm on my way to my parent's house. Stay safe. I love you.

You hit send without proofreading, shoving the phone back into your bag. A second, another bang erupts from downstairs, closer this time. It's probably coming from the car park below your apartment building.

Panic thrums through your veins. You grab your suitcase bag and sprint towards the door and the brightly lit elevator at the end of the hall.

The elevator descended, each floor seeming to take an eternity. The tension in the air is so unfamiliar to the ride upstairs that it feels like it was yesterday and not an hour ago. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the anxious gasps escaping your lips.

The doors finally slid open, revealing the dimly lit car park. You scanned the rows of parked cars, searching for your familiar blue sedan. There. In the spot somewhere across from the elevator. Relief flooded your system momentarily before a wave of nausea washed over you. Your car wasn't facing forward the way you left it yesterday. It was backed in, haphazardly at that, one bumper dented and scraping against the concrete wall.

Anger flared, hot and sharp, momentarily eclipsing the anxiety gnawing at your gut. Who did this? Some careless driver amid the chaos? It didn't matter. Whoever it was had just thrown a wrench into your escape plan.

You quickly approached your car, the silence broken only by the sound of your suitcase's wheels bumping against the concrete floor. Reaching the dented bumper, you peered through the driver's side window. The airbags had deployed, but the keys, thankfully, were still in the ignition.

But a flicker of movement in the back seat caught your eye. You froze, breath catching in your throat. A low, guttural moan rose from within the vehicle.

Panic rocketed through you, momentarily eclipsing the nausea. A figure, its silhouette vaguely humanoid but grotesquely contorted, lunged from the backseat of your car. Claws, long and dripping with something viscous, scraped uselessly against the glass, missing you by a hair's breadth. You lurch backwards, the suitcase wheels screeching as they scrape across the concrete. Your foot gets caught on an uneven edge, sending you sprawling onto the grimy floor.

Pain flared in your ankle, but it was quickly overshadowed by a new terror. A strangled scream ripped from your throat as you scrambled to your feet, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

Your eyes darted around the dimly lit car park, searching for an escape route.

Just then, headlights cut through the gloom, bearing down on you with terrifying speed. With a screech of tyres, the car slammed to a halt mere inches from where you stood, the force of it momentarily knocking the wind out of your lungs.

Squinting through the sudden brightness, you recognized the car – it was Changmin's jeep, one you usually see on your way to university. The passenger's door swung open, and the man you recognized from the elevator wordlessly grabbed your suitcase and pushed you into the car's back seat.

"Wait, what are-" you ask before he tries to shut the door in your face.

"Just get in," he barked, his voice gruff, "We don't have much time."

Before you could question his urgency, you noticed the man sitting beside you. This man, younger and with a mop of unruly hair, held out a hand to help you settle in with your suitcase. Ignoring the throbbing pain in your ankle, you grabbed his hand and slid into the middle seat. The taller male quickly pulled your suitcase in after you, slamming the door shut and getting into his own seat just as another guttural moan echoed from behind your car.

Through the rearview mirror, you caught a glimpse of the horrifying figure clawing uselessly at the empty space where you once stood. A wave of nausea hit you again, but you forced it down. Now wasn't the time to be sick.

"Sorry for Younghoon, we're all just a little rattled," the man beside you explained, his voice surprisingly calm. "We were by the exit when we heard you scream, thank god we arrived in time. My name's Chanhee, by the way."

"Hi," you breathe out, frazzled and introduce yourself.

The engine roared to life, tyres screeching against the concrete as Changmin peeled out of the car park. The familiar street outside your apartment building now had an unsettling air – abandoned cars haphazardly blocking lanes, overturned trash cans, and the occasional flicker of flames in the distance painted a picture of a city in descent.

"Where are we going?" you asked, clutching your suitcase tightly.

Changmin glanced at you briefly through the rearview mirror, his jaw clenched tight. "The nearest express bus station. It's a gamble, but it's our best chance to get out of the city before the lockdown clamps down hard."

"Shouldn't we stop by a convenience store? Just in case?" Chanhee chimed in from the passenger seat.

"There is no time, Seoul is the only city that is currently afflicted" Changmin replied, "The lockdown will seal the city soon, and who knows what will happen then. We need to get outside the city limits. Do you have somewhere to stay?"

You realize the last question was directed towards you, "Yes. Yes, my parents are waiting for me in Incheon."

You watched Changmin take in your words as silence settled for a moment.

"What about your boyfriend?"

"My fiance," you reply, "He's stationed in Yangju."

"That's not too far, but I doubt they are letting the soldiers go anywhere with a zombie outbreak."

The word "zombie" echoed in your mind. It felt strange, almost unreal. Throughout your life, it had been confined to the pages of comic books and the flickering screens of horror movies. It sounded absurd.

"Those things," you collect your thoughts, "They were human?"

You watch Changmin through the rearview mirror as his eyebrows furrow and unfurrow at your question.

"That's what they're saying."

The express bus station loomed closer, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. But even as relief flickered in your heart, you knew the real challenge was just beginning. Reaching the station was one thing; securing passage on a bus out of the city was entirely another.

"Do you think they'll be letting people on the buses?" you asked, voicing the worry gnawing at your gut. Images of desperate crowds and overflowing buses flashed through your mind.

Chanhee shook his head, his youthful optimism tempered by the grim reality around them. "Maybe. Maybe not. But it's our best bet. We just have to get there and hope for the best."

His words offered little comfort, but they were all you had. Gripping your aching ankle tighter, a silent prayer escaped your lips as Changmin slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt.

You had arrived.

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The Tear: one.

🪧 Masterlist

🪧 Parts: one. |

🪧 Genre: Fantasy, Alternate Universes.

🪧 Pairing(s): Yunho x Reader, (Past) Hongjoong x Reader, Seonghwa x Reader

🪧 Summary: After narrowly escaping a battle with your greatest foe you find yourself disoriented and wounded in an unfamiliar urban environment. In search of crucial information about a significant figure from your past, you navigate the complexities of a new world. With unexpected help from another familiar face, you begin to uncover hidden truths that could be vital to your survival and chance to go back home.

🪧 Word Count: 1,943

🪧 Warning : Mention of blood and wounds.

A piercing sound resembling a trumpet jolts you awake, your body heavy and your mind disoriented. You blink open your eyes, the sun burning away at your corneas as they fill up with tears. You gasp, a searing pain in your stomach reminding you of the sword wound you took before leaping through the tear. Beside you, the weapon lies cold and out of place on the concrete sidewalk.

You push yourself to your knees with a grunt, your vision swimming and your hands slick with blood. Agony rings through your body with every movement but you grit your teeth and force yourself upright. The sounds around you keep assaulting your ears.

An elderly couple hurries towards you and you recognise concern in their eyes. It’s nice seeing some compassion in your state, but you choose to stumble past them, ignoring their outstretched hands and pleading tones. Instead, you grab the sword from the ground and focus on finding your way out of the busy street.

Each step sends a sharp pain to your stomach as you make your way down a narrow alleyway, the cool shadows offering a brief escape from the heat of the sun. You press a hand to your wound, trying to stem the bleeding, and lean against the rough brick wall for support. Desperation pushes you to tear a strip from the hem of your shirt, wrapping it tightly around your abdomen. The fabric quickly darkens with blood, but you grit your teeth and tie it as firmly as you can, hoping it will buy you enough time to find proper help.

You scan your surroundings, searching for anything that might aid your situation. The alley is littered with discarded crates and broken bottles, but nothing useful. Determined to survive, you take a deep breath and push off the wall, your resolve hardening despite the throbbing pain.

With your makeshift bandage in place, you stagger forward. Ahead, you spot a small side door partially hidden behind a stack of wooden pallets. Praying it’s not locked, you stumble towards it, your fingers trembling as you grasp the handle.

It creaks open and you slip inside, closing the door behind you and leaning against it to catch your breath. The sounds of clattering pots and muffled conversations seep through the walls, and you realise you’ve stumbled into the back room of a restaurant.

You slide down to the floor, back against the door, and take a look at your surroundings. You spot an old, tattered curtain hanging from a rusted rod in one corner of the room. Summoning the last of your strength, you crawl over to it, ripping off a piece and pressing it against your wound, adding an extra layer of pressure to slow the bleeding.

Time feels like it’s slipping away, but for now, you allow yourself a moment of rest. You close your eyes, focusing on your breath, trying to gather the energy to move again. After a few shallow breaths, you push yourself to your feet and shuffle out of the door. The cool shadows welcome you once again, and you take a moment to orient yourself before pressing onward.

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You navigate the alleyways for a few more hours, only stopping when you spot a small, dimly lit shop at the end of an alley. Through the grimy window, you see a burly man handing something to the shopkeeper and leaving with a few bills. Clutching the gold pendant hanging around your neck, you push open the creaky door and step inside.

The shopkeeper, a wiry man with greasy hair and darting eyes, looks up from behind the counter. His gaze sweeps over you, taking in your dishevelled appearance and the makeshift bandage on your stomach. He raises an eyebrow, a glint of greed unmistakable in his eyes.

“What can I do for you?” he asks, his voice as slimy as his appearance.

You place the pendant on the counter, the gold glimmering under a faint light. He picks it up, examining it closely.

“Quite a piece,” he says, weighing it in his hand. “How did a girl like you come by something like this?”

You’re too tired to think of a lie. “It’s a family heirloom,” you mutter, avoiding his gaze.

He smirks. “Family heirloom, huh? I’ll give you a fair price.” His tone suggests otherwise.

He fetches a stack of bills from beneath the counter and slides it toward you. The amount seems small for the pendant’s value, but you have an immediate need for the money.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me where you really got this?” he asks, eyes narrowing. “Looks like you’ve been through quite an ordeal.”

You shake your head, pocket the money, and turn to leave. His gaze follows you, lingering on the bandage and the sword hilt peeking from your makeshift sheath. Outside, the air is cooler, and the alleyways are now cloaked in darkness.

Each step is a reminder of your wound, but the money in your pocket gives you a sliver of hope. You need to find a place to rest, to gather your strength and figure out your next move.

You decide to leave the alleyways, leaving the sharp corners and tight turns behind you, and step into a main street. You scan your surroundings looking for a place to rest your legs and gather your strength.

You spot a plastic bench at the edge of the sidewalk, and watch as a large vehicle comes by and people get on and off. Sitting amongst people is not the wisest idea in the state you are in but it’s the only refuge you have that is close enough. You make your way over and collapse onto the seat, wincing when the pain flares up your side to your stomach. Your mind is a little quelled by the constant hum of the lamp above you, as well as the mixture of conversations and distant traffic. The plastic seat is surprisingly comfortable, so you rest your head against the back to try and collect your thoughts.

As your head naturally lulls to the left you notice two teenagers at the other end of the bench. They are dressed in identical black skirts and white button ups with backpacks resting beside them, as they whisper amongst themselves, occasionally glancing in your direction.

Your attention slowly moves on to the plastic board behind the two, covered in a large poster advertising a release of a new ‘album’ by ATEEZ. You squint, trying to make out the details, and your heart skips a beat. Looking back at you was a picture of eight men you could recognise anywhere. Your jaw tightens at the mere sight of him.

Jeong Yunho.

You force yourself to look away from the poster, the sight of him bringing back memories you can’t afford to dwell on right now. Instead, you focus on the task at hand: finding somewhere safe to stay. Your gaze shifts to the bus stop sign beside the bench. You can read the characters with ease, this world's language is comfortingly similar to your own.

Your eyes catch the whispering schoolgirls again. They glance at you, then quickly look away, but you decide to take a chance. Leaning slightly towards them, you muster the courage to speak.

“Excuse me,” you say softly. “Do you know where I can find a place to stay? Somewhere cheap and safe?”

The girls exchange glances. One of them, a girl with short, bobbed hair, speaks up. “You mean like a boarding house?”

You nod, hoping your desperation isn’t too obvious.

“There’s a lot of them near the universities,” she continues. “They’re called hasukjip. You can find them in areas like Sinchon.”

Her friend, with long braids, nods in agreement. “Yeah, a lot of students live there. It’s affordable and usually includes meals.”

Relief floods through you. “Thank you. How do I get to Sinchon?”

The girl with braids points to the approaching bus. “This bus will take you there. Just stay on until you see the university buildings.”

You nod your thanks, feeling a glimmer of hope. As the bus arrives, the girls board first, and you follow, keeping your head down and clutching the money in your pocket. The bus driver gives you a once-over but doesn’t comment as you drop the fare into the collection box. You find a seat near the back, away from prying eyes, and sink into it with a sigh of relief. The bus lurches forward, and you close your eyes, allowing the rhythmic hum of the engine to lull you into a state of semi-rest.

The ride is a blur of city lights and distant conversations. The pain in your stomach ebbs and flows, but you force yourself to stay alert, watching the names of the stops flash by on the digital display at the front of the bus. Finally, you hear the automated female voice announce that you have arrived at Sinchon.

You stand and make your way to the front of the bus, gripping the handrails tightly as it comes to a stop. The driver nods to you as you step off, and you find yourself in a bustling area filled with students and small shops. The air is cooler here, and the streets are lined with trees, their leaves rustling in the evening breeze.

You weave through the crowds, searching for a boarding house. Your eyes scan the signs in the windows of the buildings, after a few minutes of searching, you spot a modest building with a sign that reads hasukjip, just like the girls told you.

You approach the door, hesitating for a moment before knocking. An older woman answers with a scowl. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of you, but she quickly masks her surprise.

“Hello,” you greet her, your voice strained. “Can I rent a room?”

The woman looks you over, her gaze lingering on the makeshift bandage at your stomach. “Are you alright, girl?” she asks, her tone filled with concern.

You nod, though you’re far from it. “Yes, just need a place to stay.”

She hesitates for a moment but then steps aside, motioning for you to enter. “Come in. We have a room available. Follow me.”

You follow her through a narrow hallway lined with family photos and into a small room at the back of the house. The room is simple, with a bed, a small desk, and a wardrobe. It’s not perfect but you couldn’t afford to be picky.

“The rent is usually due at the end of each month,” the woman explains, handing you a key. “But since you have arrived with no prior warning I have to ask for the whole amount upfront.”

You nod again, handing over a portion of the money you received from the pawnshop. “Thank you,” you manage to say.

She accepts the money with a curt nod. “Get some rest. If you need anything, my bedroom is on the third floor.”

With that, she leaves you alone in the room. You lock the door behind her and collapse onto the bed, exhaustion overwhelming you. The pain in your stomach is a constant, dull throb, but for now, you’re safe. You allow yourself a moment to breathe, to rest.

Your thoughts drift back to the poster at the bus stop. Questions swirl in your mind, but you push them aside. There would be time for answers later. For now, you needed to heal, to gather your strength.

You close your eyes, the events of the day catching up to you, and finally let sleep take you.

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🪧Genre: Fantasy, Horror, Alternate Universes

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