tucked away in a corner of Okayama, there was always an abandoned neighborhood no one dared to go to

people said all sorts of illegal activity would happen there — murders, drug dealing and so much more — yet these were mostly myths to make people stay away from that area

if anything, you too were scared of it. But when your parents never stopped fighting and there was barely any quiet moments in your house, you snuck out. The only place you could think of where no one would recognize you being the abandoned neighborhood

but the second you stepped foot in that area you felt a sense of uneasiness run through your body. You weren't supposed to be here and if your parents found out, unmistakably you'd be grounded for at least a month

walking around, the anxiety and uneasiness slowly faded. The old, broken buildings which were once full of life now seemed forgotten, the silence eerie as you looked around

you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard someone run. Perhaps your brain wasn't working correctly cause instead of leaving immediately, you followed

you ended up in between two buildings, amazed as you looked at all of the graffiti on the wall. Whoever did this was talented to say the least

then you heard someone speak up, frightening the shit out of you

"Hey doll, you sure you're not lost?"

a tall guy, dressed in baggy clothing asked as he took out the cigarette from his mouth and blew out the smoke, his deep voice sending chills down your spine

"I'm not lost.." you muttered, intimidated by the guy's aura

"You sure? You don't seem like the type to be here, no Offense."

"None taken, it's my first time here"

"I can tell" he responded while taking another drag from his cigarette as you looked over at the graffiti

"Who made this? They're really talented"

"I did" he replied proudly with a smug smirk plastered on his face. Blowing out the smoke once again