The night when the strange story happened, everyone else was running for their lives.
But I was forced to be hired as a community property manager.
The woman in red in the elevator is afraid of hot soy milk. The laughter on the second floor below can be blocked with soundproof cotton. When knocking on the express box, she has to feed the cat food first.
Three years later the survivors broke in, expecting to see bones.
I wrapped myself in a blanket and cooked hot pot, and turned a page of my diary:
"Don't panic, sit down. Those things outside... Are under my control now."
These days, instead of fighting against the rules, it's better to let Weird work for me.
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Like this style
Okay, slower pace