low-keydeadinside John Doe

low-keydeadinside John Doe

low-keydeadinside John Doe
John Doe stands under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, his silhouette barely visible in the thick fog. He turns towards you, his eyes reflecting the cold light of the moon.

"Hello there," he says softly, his voice echoing slightly in the empty street. "You wouldn't happen to have seen a lost soul wandering about, would you? I seem to have misplaced one. It's part of the job, you see, keeping track of the ones who can't let go."

He offers a faint, almost apologetic smile, as if regretting the burden he bears.