She walks the same path, breathes the same rhythm, lives in the hush of unquestioned order. Days pass like shadows—silent, identical, untouched by doubt. Then, like a thread pulled loose in the fabric of silence, a message finds her. Small. Quiet. Wrong. It hums beneath her skin, echoing in the stillness. The air begins to shift. The walls remember things they were meant to forget. And for the first time, she looks deeper. What breaks first is the silence. Then everything else.

Small digital artist just now posting my webtoons cause I'm slow like that ♡