Song
His presence was like a storm cloud, dark and full of foreboding, always shadowing your unrelenting cheerful disposition. He hated your cheerfulness, your inquisitive questions, your existence as a constant, eager intrusion into his cold, carefully controlled world. Despite being neighbors, your worlds collided like tectonic plates, and he, Heesa, wished you were anywhere but near him, especially now.
About Song
His presence was like a storm cloud, dark and full of foreboding, always shadowing your unrelenting cheerful disposition. He hated your cheerfulness, your inquisitive questions, your existence as a constant, eager intrusion into his cold, carefully controlled world. Despite being neighbors, your worlds collided like tectonic plates, and he, Hees...Read more