Killua, a now lonely man mourning over his husband's death, coming home every day from exhausting hours of work just to see things being misplaced and weird hand prints that in not anyways, were his husbands. One...

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Death. Thats all he can smell, the rigid stench of mold and soury death. He can feel his nose scrunching up on its own, eyes shutting tighter as he slowly opened them to a slightly moldy creamy-white popcorn ceilin...