You relax as you enter your apartment space.

It's not exactly top notch; there's paint peeling off the wet walls, there're expansive cobwebs flying like flags over a conquered fortress, and then there's the occasional house lizard clicking their tongue. The whole room smells like dust and barbeque smoke. You drop your coat on the clothes horse and slip into pyjamas for the night.

You brew some cocoa and slip a readymade dinner into the old microwave. The machine hums and rattles as the dish inside turns slowly. The city outside your kitchen window is bright and colourful as always. You sip it as you lean against the dusty sill, watching the traffic crawl.

You stow all of your bad thoughts away at the back of your mind, starting with evil red fox spirits that may or may not have been mere figments of your imagination.

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Time to fall asleep.

Turn to chapter 20 and wake up to a NEW DAY.

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