48 Results in the "Crack" category
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Crack
Whether it was a hallucination, subconsciousness, or a nightmare, something would always wake me around midnight.- 1.7 K • Mar 5, '25
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It wasn’t Leo Sebastian. The man who had aimed the gun at Leo had been shot. “Wha… What?” Still clutching Ian tightly, Lloyd dove aside. Leo did too, but unfortunately, Lloyd was quicker. He swiftly picked up the gun dropped by the fallen man and pointed it into the darkness. “Who’s there? Who are you?!” Ian struggled to escape from Lloyd’s grip. Lloyd then pulled Ian close, using him as a human shield. “Whoever you are, come out! Or else,…
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Of all the memories Ian had lost, the one he had left untouched until the very end was about Marcus Winchell. He couldn’t remember Marcus’ occupation or appearance. It was different from recalling the things Marcus had said or done when retracing the events. To Ian, Marcus Winchell was merely a foster father whom he had killed, a criminal who had abused him. Nothing about Marcus Winchell as a person remained within him. Even without knowing this, the Revenant already understood what Ian’s most…
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Ignoring Ian’s comment, the man struggled to put on his shirt, leaving the front unbuttoned—it was too much hassle to fasten alone. His athletic, perfectly toned torso remained exposed, every muscle defined with effortless precision. Ian let out a quiet chuckle, amused by the irony. He wasn’t the type to admire another man’s physique, yet here he was. “Thanks for saving me,” Ian finally muttered, his tone lacking any real gratitude. The man nodded silently, equally unaffected by any sense…
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“There’s nothing! There are plenty of other hackers out there. I can’t keep bringing you these trivial jobs, alright? I’m a broker; I need a reputation. Keep this up, and I’ll end up looking like a small-time dealer. This is business, Ian. We’re not friends.” Tim made his stance as clear as possible. Finally, Ian seemed to realize that Tim had made up his mind. What a pain. Ian sighed inwardly. He’d wanted to avoid any jobs that might get him tangled up with the police, but it…
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Lloyd’s words were tempting. Ian realized he’d been buried under worry, so worn out that the idea of trusting someone else—Lloyd, even—almost sounded sweet. “No.” But he couldn’t bring himself to trust him. “I’ll sell the house, but I won’t leave it to you.” Ian didn’t trust people, his doubt as deep as a thirst. “Go.” He shrugged and turned to leave the kitchen first. His grip on the wine opener was tight; he half-expected Lloyd to come lunging after him. The…
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It just had to rain. Ian Winchell stared absentmindedly at the raindrops collecting on the red rose he held. The misty drizzle came down thick and chilly, seeping into him until he shivered without even realizing it. “Mom…” Ian reached into a box of old memories he thought he’d forgotten and pulled out the biggest one—just two syllables in Korean. 'Mom...' That was it. He had nothing more to say to the mother who had chosen suicide two days ago. Maybe it was something to be…
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