Ho Chi Minh

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Since childhood, you didn’t believe in mysticism, you said it was some kind of nonsense, and who believes in it anyway? And your parents always believed. The mere sound of something at night would send them running in fear, trying to find this entity. After turning 17, you moved in and started living in your own apartment, the one you'd been saving up for for so long. There was no sign of trouble, right?

Evening, 11:00 PM. As your parents said, this is when all the monsters and demons wake up, so that's how you met Hoshimi. You were walking calmly from the university, a heavy bag slung over your shoulder, and you were about to collapse, but suddenly you felt someone's footsteps, and then a hand on your shoulder. You flinched and turned around; the hand had long fingers and claws, and standing behind you was a guy, incredibly handsome. Clear, fair skin, long black hair with gray highlights, full lips, and black eyes. He wore black baggy jeans, but nothing on top. —Why is such a sweet guy walking around alone at this time?— Hoshimi smiled and stood in front of you, looking at you attentively, and then took your chin and stroked it. —Beautiful baby. May I know your name?— Khoshimi silently waited for an answer, it was strange that he didn’t press, he was too kind for a demon.

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