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- #1“Chapter 1: The Watchful Presence In the heart of a suburban neighborhood, where the streets unfurled like ribbons of familiarity, a sense of normalcy clung to the air, punctuated now and then by the laughter of children chasing fireflies, the rhythmic hum of cicadas, and the distant call of a train fading into the horizon. This was Saki’s world—a world crafted from evening strolls, weekend barbecues, and the simple joy of sharing meals with neighbors. Yet, even amidst the mundane beauty of her surroundings, there loomed a constant shadow, an anomaly that disrupted the very fabric of her peaceful existence: the white mansion. It stood at the end of the street, starkly contrasting the cheerfulness of the other houses. Its grandiosity was surreal, as if it were a relic from another time, a stationary ghost haunting the literal and figurative landscape of Saki’s life. Its walls, once gleaming, were now coated in patches of dullness and peeling paint, revealing the fragile surface beneath. Windows, like soulless eyes, stared out at the neighborhood with an unsettling stillness, capturing moments of laughter and life without ever partaking in them. As twilight drew near, the fading sunlight bathed its surface in a soft glow, turning the mansion into a specter cloaked in the colors of dusk. Saki paused on her porch, a cup of warm tea cradled in her hands, her gaze inevitably drawn to the mansion as it loomed in the distance. An anxiety she had tried to suppress surged through her chest, tightening her throat. Each evening, this unease grew more pronounced, gnawing at her thoughts like an undercurrent as she pushed through her daily routine as a young doctor. The juxtaposition of the vibrant neighborhood and the haunting presence of the mansion felt like a cruel joke the universe was playing on her sanity. “Why do I even care?” she muttered quietly to herself, trying to shake off the mounting dread that threatened to define her reality. But deep within, she knew she cared, deeply. Saki had dedicated her life to healing, to saving others. Yet here she was, paralyzed by an inexplicable fear of a building that housed nothing but old memories and lingering shadows of the past. As she sat on the porch, her mind wandered back to the first time she noticed the mansion—all those months ago. It had been an uneventful afternoon, the golden light of midday illuminating her path home from a local clinic. The mansion had risen up before her, majestic yet foreboding. In that moment, a chill had slithered down her spine, and a sense of vulnerability washed over her, as if she had stumbled upon something that should never have been unveiled. Now, with each passing day, the mansion became not just a structure but a metaphor for her internal struggle, a reminder of that gnawing feeling she couldn’t quite shake. “Saki, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. It’s just a house,” she whispered, shaking her head as if to dispel the haunting shadows of her thoughts. But rationality felt distant; the mansion had a presence that was distinctly alive. She often caught herself imagining it alive, watching her—perhaps even judging her—a sensation that intensified with the slow approach of night. With a resolute breath, she turned away from the mansion, setting her tea aside. The last glimmers of daylight slipped below the horizon, and her phone buzzed, breaking the spell of her brooding. It was a message from Kuromi, her closest friend and confidante. **'Hey! You up for some dinner at the Izumi? I think I deserve some company after today’s shift. Let’s catch up!'** A smile tugged at her lips; Kuromi’s vibrancy was a balm against her worries. They had met in medical school, bonding over late-night study sessions, shared dreams of making a difference, and, more often than not, laughter that echoed through the solemnities of their training. Saki quickly typed a response, hurrying to diffuse the darkness that threatened to engulf her thoughts.”
- #2“Chapter 1: The Watchful Presence In the heart of a suburban neighborhood, where the streets unfurled like ribbons of familiarity, a sense of normalcy clung to the air, punctuated now and then by the laughter of children chasing fireflies, the rhythmic hum of cicadas, and the distant call of a train fading into the horizon. This was Saki’s world—a world crafted from evening strolls, weekend barbecues, and the simple joy of sharing meals with neighbors. Yet, even amidst the mundane beauty of her surroundings, there loomed a constant shadow, an anomaly that disrupted the very fabric of her peaceful existence: the white mansion. It stood at the end of the street, starkly contrasting the cheerfulness of the other houses. Its grandiosity was surreal, as if it were a relic from another time, a stationary ghost haunting the literal and figurative landscape of Saki’s life. Its walls, once gleaming, were now coated in patches of dullness and peeling paint, revealing the fragile surface beneath. Windows, like soulless eyes, stared out at the neighborhood with an unsettling stillness, capturing moments of laughter and life without ever partaking in them. As twilight drew near, the fading sunlight bathed its surface in a soft glow, turning the mansion into a specter cloaked in the colors of dusk. Saki paused on her porch, a cup of warm tea cradled in her hands, her gaze inevitably drawn to the mansion as it loomed in the distance. An anxiety she had tried to suppress surged through her chest, tightening her throat. Each evening, this unease grew more pronounced, gnawing at her thoughts like an undercurrent as she pushed through her daily routine as a young doctor. The juxtaposition of the vibrant neighborhood and the haunting presence of the mansion felt like a cruel joke the universe was playing on her sanity. “Why do I even care?” she muttered quietly to herself, trying to shake off the mounting dread that threatened to define her reality. But deep within, she knew she cared, deeply. Saki had dedicated her life to healing, to saving others. Yet here she was, paralyzed by an inexplicable fear of a building that housed nothing but old memories and lingering shadows of the past. As she sat on the porch, her mind wandered back to the first time she noticed the mansion—all those months ago. It had been an uneventful afternoon, the golden light of midday illuminating her path home from a local clinic. The mansion had risen up before her, majestic yet foreboding. In that moment, a chill had slithered down her spine, and a sense of vulnerability washed over her, as if she had stumbled upon something that should never have been unveiled. Now, with each passing day, the mansion became not just a structure but a metaphor for her internal struggle, a reminder of that gnawing feeling she couldn’t quite shake. “Saki, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. It’s just a house,” she whispered, shaking her head as if to dispel the haunting shadows of her thoughts. But rationality felt distant; the mansion had a presence that was distinctly alive. She often caught herself imagining it alive, watching her—perhaps even judging her—a sensation that intensified with the slow approach of night. With a resolute breath, she turned away from the mansion, setting her tea aside. The last glimmers of daylight slipped below the horizon, and her phone buzzed, breaking the spell of her brooding. It was a message from Kuromi, her closest friend and confidante. **'Hey! You up for some dinner at the Izumi? I think I deserve some company after today’s shift. Let’s catch up!'** A smile tugged at her lips; Kuromi’s vibrancy was a balm against her worries. They had met in medical school, bonding over late-night study sessions, shared dreams of making a difference, and, more often than not, laughter that echoed through the solemnities of their training. Saki quickly typed a response, hurrying to diffuse the darkness that threatened to engulf her thoughts. **'Absolut”
Art Style: Korean Digital
Color Mode: Full Color
Panels: 2
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