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Chapter 3: A Hiss in the Dark

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 “I’m so tired, man…” the ward boy says as he closes the door of the doctor’s room. He looks at his wristwatch. “1 AM, already? And I have to come back again at 8 AM!”   “Haa…” The thought of another hassling day, even before this one has properly ended, fills him with immense fatigue.   Should I sleep here tonight? Man… I hate living this way… he laments while standing in front of the staff roster, thinking whether he should clock out or not.   BANG!   He hears a loud noise from outside.   “??? W-What?!” The sound makes him jolt, and his heart pounds like crazy. He rushes to the window but hides behind the window sill. “W-What’s going on?” He peeks out a little to catch a glimpse. “No… way…” The sight is unbelievable, so he rubs his eyes.   “Give up! You can’t win against us. Can’t you see? It’s futile,” Zoro says as he recovers from the barrage of hits he just parried.   An arrow almost touches his ear as i...
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Chapter 2: No Damsel in Distress

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 Altairen looks down at his empty soda can, unable to hold eye contact with her.    “Um… so… what brings you here? More importantly, how did you get my number? Or… you know, know where I am? I… uh… kinda went no contact with everyone after graduation… so…”     He sneaks a glance at her attire.   Does she live around here?   She slips her phone back into her pocket.   “Hmm? Oh yeah, about that…”     She steps in front of him. Altairen looks up, and his expression shifts.     Her eyes have turned blood red, nothing like before. Her demeanor shifts in an instant—the warmth vanishes, replaced by a dark, unsettling aura.     “You’re important to me, Altairen.”     She leans in, her face inches from his. With her index finger, she traces the line of his cheek.     “Far more than you could ever imagine~”     At first, he blushes, heart fluttering at her to...
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Chapter 1: Because You Are Here

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"Where’s the damn food for table nine? They’ve been waiting half an hour! Altboy, move your ass!"   "Y-Yes, sir… Almost done!"   He works frantically, yet his hands remain steady as he transfers food from the bowls to the serving plates. Sweat drips down his face; the kitchen feels like a furnace.   A drop of sauce splatters onto his shirt.   "Ah, man… I just bought this yesterday. Haa…" he sighs.   His phone vibrates.   "Who is it now?" he mutters in frustration. He reaches into his pocket, but the chef notices.   "You wanna get yelled at again?"   "Oh, no, no—sorry, my bad," he blurts, quickly glancing at the screen. "Unknown number?"     He shoves the phone back into his pocket and focuses on the finishing touches. The call lingers in his mind, a buzzing distraction, but he pushes it aside for now.   Pushing through the kitchen door, he rushes to table nine.   "Sorry for the ...
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