Ordinary Me Always Attracts Strange People

You think of yourself as an utterly ordinary person, living a bland office-worker life day after day.

There are lots of potted plants on your balcony, and you like watering them. Whenever you do, your neighbor in the building across the way appears right on time to water her plants, too. Each time, you exchange a smile.

You water them at all sorts of times: in the early morning, at noon, in the evening, or in the middle of the night. Yet you always run into each other. You think the two of you must be fated to meet.

You like going for walks. Every time you get halfway through one, the silly girl from the second floor comes walking toward you.

You greet each other warmly.

Even when you watch a workout video in the middle of the night, get fired up, and head out for a midnight run, you still run into her. You think this must be the sort of unspoken understanding ordained by fate.

You like sunbathing... and you run into...

In the end, you can't help sighing. What a bizarre understanding between you and your "strange neighbors."

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Until one day, a corpse mysteriously appears on the fourth floor.

Your peaceful, happy life is shattered.

The dagger stuck in the corpse's chest is yours. The button left in the stairwell looks familiar; you've seen it on your second-floor neighbor. The corpse's soles are caked with mud, with a leaf caught in them. Judging by its kind, it looks like one of the plants your neighbor across the way grows...

You are furious.

Who did this? Who! Who is trying to frame you!

You shouldn't have any enemies.

You always pull up weeds by the roots.

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