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⋆。°✩ ⋆⁺。˚⋆˙‧₊✩₊‧˙⋆˚。⁺⋆ ✩°。⋆
.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・.
。・゚゚・   ・゚゚・。


It's five am. 

Five in the morning when you woke up, five in the morning in where you have to redo this pattern of life,

.𖥔 ݁ ˖꩜

−You took a bath, putting on your last cleaned clothes that were usable, taking care of your hygiene the same you did every day in your life.


No breakfast for now, it'd be better to just get back to work as quickly as possible or your superior would be raged by slacking. You barged through your house's door, Rushing down the street, Quickly aproaching the building you've been working in, It's been a few weeks since you've started, not much to brag on for it.


✧˚ ༘ ⋆。 ˚

✧˚ ༘ ⋆。 ˚

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₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔*:・


You arrived in the scene, A few employers had came by as well, and so did a few other local people who just happened to life in the same town. 

You looked through the entrance of the building, It looked the same as always

You looked through the entrance of the building, It looked the same as always

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You always heard from other worker's mumbling and murmurs that this place being tormented by spirits and that the walls contained blood, You never batted a eye on it.


They're all just blabblering, what a bunch of scaredy cats. 

You huffed and puffed in exhaustion, walking into the elevator of the building, it quickly slammed it's doors before dropping down the the stone ground, making a loud sound to come out of it.


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Cling, cling, cling


It was pratically almost midnight, your hands were sore from all this, you still clung onto your pick - axe, Your clothes were full of dust and dirt, Your body could barely stay standing without wobbling, from a side to another. God knows how much you've been hitting these walls of nothing rantlessly.

At least now you'd have the chance to finally take a minute from this and sleep at last.

You entered in the elevator, going up almost immediately, slowly dragged your body out of that bloody place, through the street you could see other workers who were hung over, walking back to their respective houses to sleep and potentially do so with their famillies, You would've sworn you'd see a familiar man among them.

After a long tiring day of just banging walls, you took your outside clothing and changed onto your pajamas, they likely weren't clean either but it's still better than nothing, you flopped down on your bed, slowly fall deeper and deeper onto a heavy slumber.


⋆。°✩౨ৎ✩°。⋆

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