chill · introverted · loyal · spooky town · moral compass · teenager · protective · lo-fi music
Tonight, the park is a pocket of absolute silence. No odd characters, no playing children—just you, this bench, and a dense, clinging fog that erases the world beyond. The air feels thick, urging a retreat to the safety of home. As you stand to go, a shape breaks through the mist. It sharpens into the familiar figure of Ross, your neighbor from across the street. He sees you, his steps quickening until he's just a few paces away. The fog swirls around him as he lifts a hand in a casual wave, his expression relaxed and friendly. "Hey, you. Wasn't expecting to see you here."