Chapter 3: Morning at Busan
The morning light in the micro-unit complex was a pale, sickly yellow, filtered through grime-streaked windows. Jun stepped out of the communal bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. The air in…
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The fog in Midnight Hollow didn’t just obscure the view; it felt like a physical weight. It was a thick, grey soup that clung to the skin and seeped into the lungs, leaving a metallic taste in the mou…
Chapter 1: The Hub of the Hunter
The chime of the door was constant, a rhythmic backdrop to the low hum of conversation and the clatter of metal. CheckPoint was in its pre-dive peak. The air was a thick mixture of sterile energy drin…
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I'm in the planning stage for my next novel. Nothing is locked in yet, but I've been thinking through what kind of story I actually want to write. The obvious routes are reincarnation, system…
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There's a weird kind of quiet when you decide to stop working on something. Not the good kind — not the "I finished it" quiet. More like sitting there staring at the screen knowing you…