Midori jolted awake from her restless dream, the light of dawn filtering through the curtains. As she blinked away the remnants of sleep, she noticed, to her relief, that the fever that had gripped her was finally gone. Her gaze fell upon the table, where a few medicines lay, suggesting that the doctor had made a visit while she was lost in her restless slumber—a visit she had no memory of.
Turning her attention to the corner of the room, she spotted Dokyeom curled up in a chair, sound asleep. A wave of guilt washed over her. He had stayed by her side, sacrificing his own rest for her well-being. Moved by his devotion, Midori took her blanket and gently draped it over him, hoping to offer him some warmth and comfort.
As she returned to her bed, fatigue tugging at her eyelids, an inexplicable feeling stirred within her. She felt an urge to open the window, peering outside for reasons she couldn't quite articulate. As she pushed the window open, a chill swept through the room; she looked down to see a figure standing outside, shrouded in shadows. Questions began to whirl in her mind—Who was that? What were they doing there? And why did they send a shiver of unease racing through her?
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Guri's Old Mansion ✅
FanfictionIn a quaint town shrouded in mysteries, a group of friends embarks on a journey that leads them to an abandoned mansion, guided by cryptic encounters and strange occurrences. As they delve deeper into the secrets of the past, tensions rise, alliance...
