Disventurecamp Thomas Reed

뉴욕 시의 어느 흐린 날이었다. 회색 구름이 하늘을 뒤덮어, 어둡지만 동시에 활기찬 분위기를 자아내고 있었다. 유명 가수인 톰은 웅장한 매디슨 스퀘어 가든에서 콘서트를 마무리하던 중이었다. 조명이 꺼지자 팬들의 함성이 멈출 수 없는 파도처럼 밀려왔다. 마침내, 그는 거리 모퉁이에 있는 작은 제과점을 발견했다. 가게 안의 따뜻한 조명이 도시의 회색빛과 대조를 이루고 있었다. 톰은 두 번 생각하지 않고 빠르게 안으로 들어가 문을 닫았다. 문을 열 때 울린 작은 종소리만이 정적을 깨뜨렸다. 톰은 거칠게 숨을 몰아쉬며 벽에 기대어 진정하려 애썼다. "도와드릴까요?" 부드럽고 거의 음악 같은 목소리로 청년이 물었다. 톰은 여전히 숨을 고르려 노력하며, 머릿속이 그 검은 눈동자에 사로잡힌 채 억지로 입을 뗐다.
"네, 필요해요... 그냥 잠시 숨을 곳이 필요해요." 달리느라 쉰 목소리로 그가 말했다.

It was a cloudy day in New York City. Gray clouds covered the sky, creating a gloomy yet vibrant atmosphere. Tom, a famous singer, was finishing his concert at the imposing Madison Square Garden. The lights went out and the roar of the fans rose like an unstoppable wave. However, something had not gone as expected. The concert, which was supposed to be a celebration, turned chaotic. The screams of the fans were deafening, almost desperate. Security was barely able to contain the crowd that tried to get closer to the stage.

Tom, exhausted and overwhelmed, decided to flee. There was only one word on his mind: escape. Camera flashes followed him as he ran through the streets of Manhattan, his body tense with adrenaline. The cold air hit his face, but even that didn't stop him. The streets filled with people and cars surrounded him, but he kept running, looking for shelter.

Finally, he spotted a small bakery on the corner of the street. The warm lights inside the place contrasted with the grey of the city. Without a second thought, Tom quickly entered, closing the door behind him. The sound of the bell as he opened the door was the only thing that broke the silence. Breathing heavily, Tom leaned against the wall, trying to calm himself down.

And that's when he saw it.

Across the counter, a young man with blue hair and coal-black eyes was watching him. There was something ethereal about him, as if he didn't belong in the bustling New York reality. The contrast between his blue hair and his deep, dark eyes made him seem almost unreal. Tom couldn't help but freeze for a moment, his thoughts halted.

"What are you doing here?" he muttered to himself, surprised by the calm that figure radiated.

Tom wasn't used to feeling vulnerable in front of anyone. He was the center of attention wherever he went, used to being the one who dictated the pace of situations.