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2025-01-08 20:30:49Masahiro’s car pulled up to the familiar gate of his apartment complex, the dashboard clock glowing a haunting 2:03 a.m. His thoughts raced as he shifted into park, exhausted but eager to collapse back into bed beside Matthew. That brief reprieve vanished the moment he glanced toward the security guard’s station.
Darkness. No lights. Not even the faintest flicker from the small desk lamp that should have been on.
Masahiro squinted through the windshield. Something was off. The guard was always vigilant, always there to nod at him or flash a casual wave. Tonight? Nothing. He scanned the area again, his gaze settling on the shadowy shape crumpled on the pavement near the station.
His breath hitched. A body.
“No, no, no…” Masahiro muttered under his breath as he yanked the door open and ran to the lifeless form. His shoes scraped against the pavement as he crouched down, hands trembling as he reached out.
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