I am guilty.
But I have yet to receive the punishment I deserve.
On a sunny afternoon, the weather gradually turned cloudy and rain began to fall just as the customers had all arrived at the cafe.
The owner offered each customer a free drink and suggested they all sit together and chat.
"The other day, I was looking in the mirror when the wardrobe behind me moved." The middle-aged man in a suit took a deep breath and spoke wearily.
Everyone had encountered something out of the ordinary, and each bizarre or supernatural incident seemed to be just a fragment of a larger story.
The rain kept falling, and night had completely set in. Not a single streetlight was lit outside the little cafe. It was as if this was the only place left in the world with its lights on.
"Why won't this rain stop?" grumbled a man in a hurry to get to work.
"Because today is Judgment Day."
Holding a steaming cup of coffee, the owner stood before the window and spoke slowly.
Guided by the divine, I resolved to uncover what had happened and deliver the final verdict.
This is a simple story, and also a complicated one.
What happened is simple. The complicated part is human nature.
Theme: You can escape every suspicion, but not your own conscience.
What a great write-up!!! Squat, squat, squat! Come on!!
It's my favorite subject, waiting to be fattened up
Are those people doing the same thing?!
Hmm~ I'm looking forward to it, but don't you know that it's me who is watching the inexplicable horror in the middle of the night? . . Are you too timid? (????)
Wow, it's so well written. You can't guess what's going to happen if you don't read on. It's really a trial of self-crimination. It's very relevant, nb!