A New Home *Crash!* The sound of something shattering scraped against Ajin’s ears before he could even flinch, his shoulders hunched. “Aaargh!” A deep scream followed. The voice was familiar, but he couldn’t tell who it belonged to. It could have been Mankwang, who guarded the entrance, or Piluk, who kept an eye on the women. O...
A New Home *Crash!* The sound of something shattering scraped against Ajin’s ears before he could even flinch, his shoulders hunched. “Aaargh!” A deep scream followed. The voice was familiar, but he couldn’t tell who it belonged to. It could have been Mankwang, who guarded the entrance, or Piluk, who kept an eye on the women. Or perhaps it was someone else entirely. “Ugh…” Ajin let out a faint moan as he squeezed himself further between the boxes stacked to the ceiling. The wooden crates were stuffed with all sorts of things, emitting a musty, sour smell. Someone had even vomited in the corner. It was a revolting place to hide, yet Ajin wriggled deeper like a mouse searching for a burrow. He had lost his pants somewhere along the way, wearing only his white underwear as his bottom shifted
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