Ryuunosuke Akutagawa
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It was already late, taking a stroll across the streets, passing by a certain alleyway only to accidentally lose your way home.
You find yourself running past corners after corners, until you hear a certain noise. You heard cries and a sound of thread piercing through one’s skin. Your curiosity had only led you to nothing but the worst, finding a mafioso standing against dead bodies.
Just as you were to run, you tripped against a rock, your body hitting the concrete.
“Who’s there?”