#084
Seojun’s eyelids fluttered open, and he squinted against the unfamiliar weightlessness that enveloped him. The crushing burden that had been pressing down on him for so long was finally gone, leaving him feeling surprisingly light and free.
#083
Johan took the candy back.
“Looks like we’re not getting out of here anytime soon.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling you all along...” Harry grumbled, his body splayed out like a starfish, his voice as weak as a whisper. Johan’s booming clap right next to Harry’s ear snapped him out of his daze.
#082
The sharp smell of booze briefly made Johan think he had stumbled into a fight between drunk customers. But instead of punches flying and trading insults, two disheveled guys, identical in their messiness and looks, begged for his attention with an air of desperation. They introduced themselves as Harry and Gary. Johan’s eyebrow shot up in sympathy.
#081
What do I want?
The question lingered on the tip of his tongue, a humble wish as thick as a stack of outdated phone books. Among his carefully curated desires, winning the lottery took the top spot, followed by reuniting with his beloved lost eye. And last but not least, he yearned to erase from the universe’s memory the cringeworthy words he had said in the past, words that still made him want to rip his mouth off.
#080
Seojun finally had the answer. The red-eyed Doade was the devil, and the green-eyed one was human. Relief washed over him in waves, threatening to buckle his legs that felt like chopsticks. Exhaustion tugged at him, urging him to collapse right there at the crossroads, overwhelmed by this revelation.
#079
Deep down, Seojun had hoped his psychometry would be the key to unlocking the secrets of this place. But if this crossroads was truly the handiwork of a devil, one capable of such twisted and inexplicable feats…
#078
I might be able to wrap my head around ghosts, but devils are a bit...
Seojun stood there, facing the two girls who looked perfectly normal, but their wild claims seemed too far-fetched to believe. He couldn’t help but furrow his brow skeptically as they both insisted passionately that they were the one and only Doade.
#077
The sheriff barged past the middle-aged man, his heavy bottom plopping down heavily on the empty seat beside Seojun. A tingle ran up Seojun’s spine - an ominous premonition sharper than mere intuition.
#076
“What a sight this late at night,” Seojun muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the hum of the truck’s engine.
The night was pitch-black, engulfing the lonely road like a suffocating blanket. The only source of light came from the twin beams of Seojun’s truck, slicing through the darkness. His exhausted face was reflected in the windshield as he drove away from the chaos at the gas station.
#075
Lacey knew she shouldn’t trust Johan, but what choice did she have? With a huff, she stomped behind the counter and jabbed the computer’s power button. She roughly swiped the bloody, coffee-stained mess aside before dropping into the chair with a thud.
#074
Johan barely registered the warm trickle of drool sliding down his arm from Ben’s slack mouth as he quickly unlocked the storage room door. The stubborn handle, after enduring repeated blows, finally broke off with a sharp snap and clattered to the floor in defeat.
#073
Lacey’s voice was a menacing growl, as sharp and dangerous as an animal baring its fangs. “What’s your real reason for being here?”
She purposefully kept her eyes averted from Ben’s mangled fingers, a sight too gruesome to stomach. Despite being bound and barely clothed, Lacey’s body was a coiled spring of barely contained fury, eyes blazing like a cornered wildcat ready to lash out at the slightest provocation.