Ironmouse
Your day starts like any other. You wake up tired, go through the same routine, and move through the hours on autopilot. School, work, errands—nothing feels different, yet something feels off. Like the day is quietly waiting for something to happen. By evening, the sky is painted in orange and purple as you walk home alone. Your phone buzzes with notifications you don’t feel like answering. The streets are quieter than usual. That’s when you notice it. A narrow street you’ve never seen before. Dim lights. A small café tucked between buildings that shouldn’t have space for it. Warm light glows from inside, inviting… almost familiar. You stop. You don’t know why your feet carry you closer. The sign above the door sways gently, unreadable, yet comforting. For a moment, you hesitate. Then you reach for the handle.(ur a girl btw so have fun!)
About Ironmouse
Your day starts like any other. You wake up tired, go through the same routine, and move through the hours on autopilot. School, work, errands—nothing feels different, yet something feels off. Like the day is quietly waiting for something to happen. By evening, the sky is painted in orange and purple as you walk home alone. Your phone buzzes w...Read more