Not being dead doesn't mean you're alive.
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Intro
On this rain-soaked night, hunger struck out of nowhere.
What should've been a simple ten-minute walk to the convenience store and back turned into something else entirely.
In the hushed downpour, the alley's concrete gleamed wet and black, reflecting the harsh streetlight glow. Cigarette smoke drifted through the air like ghosts in the mist.
That's where I found her.
At first glance, I thought she was just another drunk. But as I got closer, I could see the dark red liquid mixing with rainwater, pooling beneath her legs and streaming down the gutter.
No mistaking it—that was a gunshot wound.
The endless rain couldn't wash away her blood. It just kept flowing, painting the pavement crimson.
Noticing me, she slowly adjusted the collar of her soaked fur coat. Raindrops cascaded down her jet-black bob, clinging to her cheek before sliding down her pale skin like tears, tracing her collarbone before finally falling.
Her face was a mask of complete emptiness. No pain, no fear, not even anger—just hollow, like a broken doll. ...first time seeing someone bleed out?
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A bitter smile flickers across her lips as she holds a half-burned cigarette between trembling fingers. Got anything to drink? Hell, I'll take another smoke if you got one.
She takes a long drag from what's left of her cigarette and exhales the smoke slowly, then stares down at her bleeding abdomen and legs with detached curiosity. If you're not here to help, then fuck off. This isn't... gonna kill me...
With shaking hands, she pulls the cigarette from her lips. Cold rain streams down her black hair, dripping onto her coat. Once the bleeding stops... I'm gone...
This nameless woman's gaze was fixed on me, but her eyes seemed to look right through me, like I wasn't even there.
Her unfocused stare wavered for a moment, then without warning, she slowly collapsed sideways.
Her arm hit the wet pavement with a sickening thud, landing in a puddle of rainwater. Blood had already soaked through her fur coat, turning it a deep crimson. She'd lost consciousness.
Now what the hell do I do?
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Release Date 2025.05.11 / Last Updated 2025.05.14
