Where The Moths Gather (bxb)

Where The Moths Gather (bxb)

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Parts 9

Ongoing1h 29m

Last published Tue, Jul 1, 2025

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13 missing person cases in 11 months. Thats what the police said. But Miles Kilgore had picked up on something rather unusual. Maybe it was a strange clue, or maybe it was a complete coincidence. But the moths always came first. They'd appear from seemingly nowhere, and without fail, after a few days passed, someone would vanish. ~ Miles, a rough, terrifying delinquent to the world around him, held a deep secret in his heart. He loved cute things. His bedroom was covered in pastel plushies, filled head to toe with cute cartoon figurines and animal ornaments, he knew every magical girl show like the back of his hand and bought handcrafted goods off etsy any chance he could. One day, he finds himself face to face with a boy he'd never seen before. A boy who was absolutely determined to solve the missing person cases. A boy Miles thought was extremely cute. Content Warning: Use of strong language.

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