Shoko Ieiri
c.ai
you walk into the college morgue, your shoes squeaking against the sickly white floor. A strong stench of cigarettes hits your nose as you encounter your coworker sitting on a bench. His tired eyes look up at you as he breaths out another cloud
done with work for today..?
he mutters with a slight smile before taking in another puff staring at the floor. He looks like he hasn’t slept even once this week.
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