YOU.
ME.
US!
Seven lives intertwined,
Seven journeys collided,
One sanctuary to call home; Faith.
"Oh faith, where were you... One more minute without your update and i would have razed the city to the ground!"
𝑮𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔
"Who the hell you thin...
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Faith trudged through the seemingly endless alleyway, her initial confidence dwindling with each step.
Despite walking in a straight line, she felt like she'd been meandering in a maze.
The narrow passage, once a welcome respite from Seoul's chaotic streets, now constricted around her like a vice.
As the minutes ticked by, Faith's unease blossomed into full-blown anxiety.
She'd escaped the traffic-clogged roads only to find herself trapped in this labyrinthine alley. Damn life!
The earlier tranquility now curdled into an unsettling eeriness.
Shadows danced across the walls, casting long, sinister fingers.
Faith's imagination ran wild, conjuring scenes from horror movies – dark alleys, helpless victims, and lurking predators. Her heart skipped a beat as she scanned her surroundings.
The alley's inhabitants, previously invisible, now emerged from the woodwork.
Sketchy figures lingered in doorways, their eyes glinting like predators in the dark. Faith's paranoia spiked, her senses on high alert.
"Am I walking into a nightmare?" she wondered, her thoughts racing.
Every sound – the creaking of wooden signs, the rustling of trash – made her jump. Faith quickened her pace, desperation clawing at her.
She needed to escape this claustrophobic world before it swallowed her whole.
Faith clung to reason, her mind racing. Then, like a beacon, the times tables appeared – familiar, comforting.
"Two times two is four, three times three is nine" became her mantra, repeating softly, slowing her heartbeat.
As Faith walked, her eyes glued to the ground, she zoned out the alley's grim details.
Her feet moved on autopilot, fueled by a newfound determination to escape.
Suddenly, she felt a twinge of gratitude toward the mysterious stranger who'd ditched her with the coat. Its bulkiness was actually a blessing – it hid her silver-blonde hair from curious onlookers.
The coat's darkness wrapped around her like a shield, making her all but invisible in the alley's shadows.
"Thanks, stranger," Faith whispered, her voice swallowed by the silence.
She sent out a silent plea to whoever was watching over her: "Just get me out of here, and I'll never take my freedom for granted again."
And then suddenly the alley's eerie silence shattered, replaced by a discord of voices – shouts, yells, and snarls – that echoed off the walls.
Faith's heart catapulted into her throat as the voices drew closer, each step amplifying her terror.
Panic set in, her senses on high alert. The voices seemed to be closing in, a chorus of predators hunting their prey.
