Blistering downpours rattle and drag the cityscape, the tree's sway in the harsh conditions while large apartment blocks; cold and grey, sit in the polluted area.
The blocks also home humans, they may not be the kindest creatures, however one room in particular may catch your eye.
the dull apartment holds a simple set of rooms, each smell of old instant meals and a slight scent of bodly fluids, filthy.
The rugged "Home" holds a rural feel, with relaxed seating of the blue collar kind. A cheap sofa resides in a main living space, followed by an old chair and a creaky wooden table. An assortment of items reside here.
A borderline slum of a bedroom follows, filled with old clothes with badly translated English and shirts containing stains of blood and disease, empty and worthless. a simple bed sits close, nothing that special.
A kitchen and bathroom fall last, not too tampered with, seemingly. The rooms look decent and natural, but lacking much care.
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RandomI honestly don't know, just listening to joji and crying while making this trash
