Junebell's Story - A Very Drunk Goblin, and a Terrible Apartment Building

Junebell and Mr. Henderson slam onto the fire escape, metal shrieking under their weight. Rain needles their faces, and the apartment window behind them explodes with splinters and falling plaster.

The rusted landing jolts as the building groans. Junebell keeps her footing by the railing, the cold grate slick beneath her boots, while Henderson scrambles toward the stairs.

Below them, the alley yawns dark and empty, wet pavement shining under a weak streetlight. The city sounds are muffled here, swallowed by rain and the creak of old metal.

Another crack splits through the apartment behind them. Dust bursts out the window frame as the fire escape rattles again, pushing both of them toward the stairwell and the black street below.