I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
-Requests are closed!-
And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
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The Monad Charity House offered a temporary respite from the bustling streets of Krat, providing a quiet haven where individuals sought refuge from the harsh realities of the outside world. The air inside was infused with a sense of tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaotic city beyond its doors.
As you moved through the space, the subtle hum of whispered conversations and muted footsteps accompanied your every step. The worn wooden floor creaked gently underfoot, a testament to the countless souls who had sought solace within these walls. Dim light filtered through dusty windows, casting a warm glow on the mismatched furniture and well-worn rugs that adorned the common areas.
The atmosphere within the Monad Charity House held an air of camaraderie, a shared understanding among those who had weathered the storms of life. A small group huddled in one corner, engaged in quiet conversations, while others found solace in the pages of borrowed books scattered across worn tables.
The scent of a simple, comforting meal wafted from the communal kitchen, adding to the homey ambiance. Volunteers, driven by a sense of compassion, moved gracefully through the space, offering kind words and assistance where needed.
As you navigated the halls, the walls seemed to echo with stories untold, each room a haven for those who sought refuge. The Monad Charity House, though modest, stood as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, providing a brief interlude of peace in the tumultuous dance of life.
On this particular day, the Monad Charity House felt a bit quieter than usual as your friend Romeo, the vibrant blonde with hair cascading down to his shoulders, embarked on a field trip with his small theater group. The absence of his lively presence left a noticeable void in the familiar surroundings.
As you navigated the halls, the absence of Romeo's infectious energy was palpable. The common areas seemed less animated, and the shared laughter that usually echoed through the space was momentarily subdued. The sun outside cast gentle rays through the windows, illuminating the empty spaces where Romeo's cheerful demeanor would typically brighten the atmosphere.
In Romeo's absence, you noticed the subtle changes in the dynamics of the charity house. The group conversations were missing his animated storytelling and the spontaneous bursts of laughter that accompanied his tales. The aroma of the communal kitchen, while still comforting, lacked the distinct enthusiasm that Romeo often infused into shared meals and discussions.
Romeo's theater group, exploring the realms of creativity and expression, was off on a theatrical adventure. The house felt quieter, a temporary lull in the constant ebb and flow of its occupants. The rooms, usually filled with shared moments and camaraderie, now held a serene stillness, waiting for the return of the lively blonde who added a touch of theatrical magic to the everyday scenes.
