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"The beauty of Light owes its existence to the Darkness"
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In an average urban house.
The afternoon Sun’s rays soaked through the curtains, casting a somber light to a dim room, giving it a warm, somber feel. So might call such a picturesque setting "peaceful", yet the truth happened to be the farthest thing from.
Blood sars stained the walls, broken dishes lay in disarray, and a half-eaten sandwich lay on the ground.
The furniture, either broken or tussled around, except for one wooden chair that was holding a teenage boy who was leaning back, staring at the ceiling with an absent look in his eyes.
The young man had pitch-black hair with white hair running down the middle. His eyes were a hazelnut color and had a glazed-over kind of feel to them. Blood was splashed across his white and grey shirt, in stark contrast to the shirt’s original colors. His legs were kicked out in front of him, and his arms were laying against his sides, a bloodied knife held half-heartedly in his left hand as though he had forgotten he was even holding it.
In front of him, on the kitchen floor, lay a middle-aged man. He looked to be resting, as though he’d wake up at any mont... well if you discount the large gash that went from the ear, across the neck, back to his other ear and his wide-eyed stare, eyes bulging as if fixing to pop out of their sockets. Whether it was from utter disbelief or from rembering sothing from the paper, he was reading earlier that morning, he looked pretty shocked about his situation.
The young man, on the other hand, had tears dripping down from his face. But suddenly the quiet was shattered by a sudden noise coming from his throat. What was frightening was that it was laughter! He frantically laughed at nothing as he cried. Anyone watching would have had chills running down their spine.
After a mont to catch his breath, the young man sighed then mumbled while still occasionally chuckling as if to a joke only he knew, "Seems like the next few years are going to be spent in juvey, kekeke."
*****
It was a normal day like any other. The birds were singing, and the flowers were blooming. Nothing seed particularly remarkable. The usually busy streets, the regular loud vehicles, the annoying noise of people moving all around, doing what needed to be done.
That was until a certain ssage greeted humanity.
It was quite a bizarre ssage, and yet it caused everyone to start a panic. I an who WOULDN’T be shaken if suddenly a blue panel appears before you and asks about so random "Ruined Tower" bullshit?
Of course, there were people like you and I (literally us, the lovers and degenerates of stories who favor fiction over reality and think they were born in the wrong world), anyway they accepted the invitation enthusiastically, hoping that their desires co true.
But not everyone was of the sa mind. Most of humanity chose to play it safe and refused the invitation. That’s when the unknown host showed its true colors.
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