Chapter 5
As he walked through the bustling streets, the chill of winter wrapped around him, a crisp breeze that carried the scent of frost and woodsmoke.
The city was different in the winter, the usual chaos and noise tempered by a quiet reverence for the season.
People moved with a sense of purpose, their breath visible in the cool air as they hurried to their destinations.
The sounds of the city faded into the background as Key's internal monologue took center stage.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost collided with a passerby, catching himself just in time with a muttered apology.
Key's thoughts were elsewhere.
As he walked through the winter streets, the cold air biting at his cheeks, he muttered to himself, his words barely audible over the sound of his own footsteps.
Key Jushia, MC
The treaty of the two worlds... *Mumbles*
Key Jushia, MC
How come a hybrid living to humans' world?
Key Jushia, MC
A half-breed, born of two worlds, maybe?
Key Jushia, MC
No wonder he's always poking his nose in where it doesn't belong.
Key's eyes gazed out at the frosty scenery, his mind a thousand miles away.
Key Jushia, MC
🗨️ I wonder how he managed to cross over, to leave the world of animals behind and take on this human form. Does he even know the risks?
The questions swirled in his head as he walked, the rhythm of his footsteps a steady accompaniment to his thoughts.
As Key continued walking, he shrugged to himself, his expression dismissive.
Key Jushia, MC
That idiot's business is his own. I don't have time for his games.
He let out a soft snort, his breath visible in the cold air.
Key Jushia, MC
Like I care about the intricacies of the two worlds. I've got my own problems to deal with.
Key's thoughts drifted to his dream from the night before, a wistful smile creeping onto his face.
Key Jushia, MC
I used to dream of marrying a beautiful wife, having a family and a cozy home.
Key Jushia, MC
I was young and idealistic, back then.
His smile faded as he looked around at the concrete jungle surrounding him.
Key Jushia, MC
But life is harsh...
The words hung in the air, a quiet acknowledgment of the gap between his youthful dreams and the reality of his adult life.
Key's footsteps continued, a steady beat that echoed the rhythm of his thoughts.
As he pushed open the door to the workplace, the sounds of chaos assaulted him.
A loud, angry voice echoed through the room, making his eyes instinctively scan the scene.
The old man was a sight to behold, his appearance almost laughable if it weren't for the anger and smug distorting his face.
He was a big man, with a considerable paunch straining against the seams of his ash colored suit, which seemed to be a size too small.
He was a big man, with a considerable paunch straining against the seams of his black suit, which seemed to be a size too small.
But what really drew attention was the stark contrast between his rotund body and his bald head, which gleamed with a thin layer of sweat.
His face was red and flushed, his features pinched in a scowl that made him look even more unattractive.
Despite his ugly appearance, there was something about him that commanded attention, perhaps due to the sheer force of his anger and indignation.
In front of the man, one of his female coworkers, Winter Fei, looked frazzled and shaken, her eyes welling up with tears.
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