[38]: GreenHouse

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⚠️ [TW]: OPIOIDS ⚠️

Since when was it raining?

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Since when was it raining?

The moment you finally managed to pry the heavy door at the roof-entry open, huge dollops of rain suddenly came bucketing down on your head.

It felt like small rocks being thrown at you, so immediate to overwhelm all of your senses.

You blindly stumble out into the chaos, arms outstretched and swinging around, looking for some sort of comfort, something to lean against. Your eyes wince while your teeth grind together, forcing you to push short breaths.

Your legs are weak, barely able to support your body weight, alongside the additional challenge of your misbalance. You couldn't find your footing, no matter how hard you tried.

God, it's so intense.

So loud.

All you wanted was some fresh air. But instead, you were swarmed with a tsunami of rain and strong winds, making it hard to stay balanced, and immediately drenching your clothes. Your senses were overwhelmed and you could barely find the composure to breathe.

As your eyes dart back and fourth—blinded by shooting shards in front of you—you somehow managed to catch a brief glimpse of what looked to be a small building on the other side of the roof.

Thinking carefully about the distance between you and that greenhouse of promise, you consider turning around and heading back the way you came.

However, that option was clearly the lesser of the two. You resented the idea of going back to that club in your current state. You needed to calm down, and you couldn't do that under the flashing lights and pop music.

Through all the blur, you still somehow knew what was good for you.

And at this moment, the best thing for you was simply peace and quiet.

So, although the mental debate was short, quiet alone time was clearly not attainable under the Sky's ultimate wrath. So you made your way towards the greenhouse.

One foot after the other...

As your target grew closer, you found your steps grew messier with every move. It was like you were walking on a human-sized ant trap, so slow and sticky.

And suddenly, you were almost running.

Every step was you simply catching yourself from falling. You weren't quite running, but rather, just tripping over and over again.

Moving faster and faster, desperately swinging every limb in hopes of it keeping you upright. You tried to flee the rain. The sidelines of your vision had long blurred into nothingness. It felt like your dizzy intoxication had all caught up to you all at once, in this very moment.

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