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a flat, stained pillow fell to the ground with a thud as hansol chucked it in exasperation.

the electricity had gone out fifteen minutes ago and every second passed with the agonising realisation that it was only getting hotter.

hansol pulled at his hair, already worn out from the vigorous practice.

'are you even up there?' he grumbled and tossed the blanket from his feet.

unknown to him, someone was up there, but fearing the consequences, held themself back.

not that they could do anything, anyway.

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