𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗔 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗕 || nct murder mystery

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘

Pink and purple hues scattered across the sky as the sun rose, illuminating the once darkened and ethereal night. Frost adorned the fall scenery, dulling the warm colors of each leaf in exchange for diamondlike dewdrops. I released a shaky breath and watched as the condensation thinned. The crisp air danced in the breeze, sending a brief chill down my spine.

My eyes drifted to the centered star of the culdesac, an overwhelmingly large oak tree of which housed many small and fuzzy residents.

I sat on the stoop of my newly reinovated house, arms crossed within my pullover. It's been nearly a month since I last slept in my own home, all because of the quirk I was destined to manifest. The inability to be in a kitchen.

I once had the bright idea to see how long it takes for a full pot of boiling water to evaporate. Long story short, I left my experiment unattended and the crockpot just so happened to catch on fire.

The end result was that a portion of my house was burnt to a crisp, and I was never allowed in the kitchen without supervision from that day forward.

I'm kidding, of course. What actually happened was that my mom got bored of the old design, as we've lived here for years, and decided to change things up a bit.

While she worked on the house, I stayed with a friend. Now, here I am, back home. Thing is, as much as I've missed the place, I regret ever coming back.