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Based off of SFH (Strangers From Hell)
Jisung-young, dumb, broke, and freshly kicked out by his parents-finds himself with nowhere to go and no one to care.
Out of desperation, he rents a room in a sketchy boarding house on the outskirts of Seoul. The kind of place that smells like mold, cigarettes, and something worse. The kind of place you only stay in if you have nowhere else to go.
He knew he was fucked the second he walked through the door.
The other residents? Strange. Quiet. Watchful. They looked at him like he was meat-like they were waiting.
Then he met Minho.
Minho was... different. Cool. Calm. A little too charming. He handed Jisung a cold beer like they were old friends, like this place wasn't crawling with something unspoken.
Until one night:
"You'll get used to it," Minho said. "The house. The people. The sounds."
"What sounds?" Jisung asked, suddenly tense.
Minho only shrugged. "You'll see." Like it wasn't worth explaining.