There rests a place coveted as the street of mystery. Many bewildering events are rumoured to have taken place here, from miserable endings to the supernatural. But many falsities are told of this street. For one, it is not just a street, but an entire neighbourhood resting on one entrance. This neighbourhood has no name leading to the few who dare speak of it using the street name. 

On the exterior, this region strikes a concerning resemblance to any typical suburb. Viewing from the entrance will show houses span for some distance on each side before curving and heading horizontally. Typical for any neighbourhood, but where Harō Street starts to differentiate is with its length. Radiating for a seemingly endless amount of road, Harō Street spans beyond anything a naked eye could view. Within this boundless space rests a maze of asphalt lined with houses that mirror each other to a rotten degree. One could easily dismiss these as normalities, it is once you see the folk who roam this space that rumours and suspicion truly rise. 

No soul, apart from residents, chooses to venture into this hellscape. For the impossible length and mystery surrounding it lead many to believe it is inescapable. Thus giving only one vessel to view these anomalies from an outside perspective, a humble raven. Bountiful flocks of birds migrate to and past Harō Street. Flight gives the ability to surpass its infiniteness. Therefore, this singular raven is the eye chosen to view from.

To pose an example of Harō Street’s intimidating nature, here we glimpse upon a normal-looking figure. From a distance, nothing stands out about him. It's only on closer inspection one starts to notice oddities. He has an unmatching pair of shoes on, regularly this is something that can be easily understood. Yet these shoes have all but similarities. The left shoe is more of a boot, it's much larger than the other and takes on a dark brown colour. While the other is a sneaker presumably built for long walks/running. The mismatching doesn't stop there, no in fact that's just the beginning. The weather is far from hot and yet he has cargo shorts on. Which on its own doesn’t raise many alarms but once paired with the knowledge of his white collared button-up with a black tie, that is where dread can form. To finish off the clothing he wears a regular beanie to cap his presumably bald head. 

Along with an almost alien attire, burned onto his face is a smile able to send chills to even the most stoic of persons. He wields large unblinking eyes gazing into an abundance of nothingness, bears a smile from ear to ear causing all around to be anything but happy, and most odd of all; has a complexion that seems to suggest he meets with the sun very often. 

In any other case, one could most likely meet a presumption about this person and move on with their day. However, that is not the case for Harō Street, with these circumstances many theories can hatch. Is this man really a man? Does he hail from a different planet? Is he wearing any clothing items he could find to blend in and try living as a human? Or maybe he’s a monster wearing a skin suit as a sick game. Trying to merge with humanity for the thrill, only to take off the once-living person in the safety of his “home” revealing a monster only the most twisted could imagine. 

Alas, it seems our friend has reached their destination, completing their Sunday walk. They reside on the far right corner of the neighbourhood, in a bright yellow house, with a well-kept garden and vibrant aura. They disappear into the comfort of their house, leaving us with only the theories our minds create. 

This, however, does not mark the end of Harō Street. As fate will have it, on the complete other side of the neighbourhood there is a new figure enjoying a lovely walk. From afar one can already tell a notable difference. This mysterious figure seems to be hunched over, making them look incredibly small. Immediately upon the raven drifting towards them, a puny being cloaked in a drab black coat covering their entire figure is revealed. The only detail that can be made out is their face, which is still masked by a somber shadow. Closing even more of a gap concedes a harrowing sight. 

Their face is ghostly, as white as the clouds that hover above them. So much fright resides in their gaze, they twitch as they walk and swiftly check their peripherals as if something is after them. Could this be the case? Is something awry? Could someone, or something be after them; after a treasure they hold or simply to torture them? Or could they have brought this upon themselves? Perhaps they hold dark secrets, it's conceivable that they captured or created a beast that now seeks revenge. Are they searching for it? Or searching for a new target to pass the burden on. 

Once more, it seems the speculation has come to an end. For they have concluded their journey and started to motion outside the raven’s gaze. They dwell in a cold blue house covered by a red roof. Their lawn is nothing more than dirt and rubble. Hastily they scurry into their fortress, giving one the chance to forge what unruly curse Harō Street has graced them with. 

However, this does not end here, only a few feet ahead walks another figure. But this time we have the complete opposite opening assumption. Along the sidewalk limps a freakishly tall figure, with a heavy aura attached to them. So much so that the raven seems to have become squeamish. It wears only tattered jeans and a dirted tank top, its complexion almost seems gray. Not a light gray either, more so a gray akin to wet cement. Atop its head lays fragments of what very well could have been a fine set of hair. What remains is loose strands unorderly flowing in the wind. Such a creature is even a rare sight on Harō Street, creating such a vast array of theories and ideas. Could this creature be doomed to walk this plain for eternity? Could it be a brainless vessel piloted by the wind with no end in sight? Or maybe it- 

Such a sudden cut off but it seems this creature already reached its destination. It walks through a yard made up of rubble and dirt, towards a house bearing a red roof and walls as blue as the ocean. Going beyond the scope of a simple raven for the last time.

Harō Street comprises many walks of life, most contending what the common folk presume is normal. Whether these theories are complete rubbish or close facts is something only the brave willing to cross the threshold can confirm. For now, one can only observe and form their own theories.