Clown Game
It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!
Chapter 226 Bai Xiong
In K city, there is a residential area.
It is located on the southwest side of the city, surrounded by no commercial streets or significant public places, just small restaurants by the street and some basic life amenities ... It's just like its given name suggests, this place is solely for living.
Apartment buildings tower densely, huddled together in clusters, separated by narrow lanes, blocking each other's light, with either not a single ray of sunlight penetrating or so tall that you'd be scared to open a window.
That's a common flaw with dense buildings, but honestly, if you don't mind that, this place is indeed suitable for living.
After all, besides "living," there isn't much else to do here.
...
A man walked past the narrow roadside.
His appearance was undoubtedly striking ... too tall, too strong, and despite his efforts to hide it, he simply could not veil the kind of aura that ordinary people wouldn't even recognize.