Celestial, OMNISCIENT READER'S VIEWPOINT

whatever you do, do not defy death

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CHAPTER TWO:
Whatever you do, do not defy death

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         LATELY, PARK YUJIN HAS been thinking about death.

Quite a grim thought, he knows. But It's hard not to really, not when his green eyes stared at his mother's semi-lifeless ones, unmoving body lying still on the hospital bed. She was clad in a blue hospital gown, the sound of her heart monitor was slow and weak— but she was breathing, and that was all that matters to him.

Not when he opens the television, then changes to the news channel and watches blankly as they seem to show news of someone's death. He already forgot the names and the obscure faces of the countless people the news flashes on the screen. He knew that death was looming and frightening, an incomprehensible thing that eventually happens to every creature, but no one knows what happens after, yet it seemed so trivial back then.

( It wasn't as trivial as now as it was back then.

In the distance, death laughs, looking at him with pity. Humans. )

And not when a screen popped up in front of him and showed him how people's heads seemed to burst out the color red, signifying their death.

Truly, he admired Cha Seong-eun's ability to stay calm and watch the scene in front of her without fear, undaunted— he did not see any speck of emotion in her face the whole time the slaughter happened, except for maybe worry and frustration— but never fear.

( Then again, Cha Seong-eun rarely showed any emotion really— oftentimes, he found himself wondering if she really likes him, or if she just found him attractive. A source of entertainment, maybe.

But it's fine either way. While the latter would be disadvantageous, he was confident she could convince her.

Cha Seong-eun was gullible. )

He supposed he should have been suspicious of how calm she was being— but he wasn't.

He already knew why.

As the screen popped up in front of him, he reread the words written down many times, as if he was unable to process each and every consonant displayed in it. His brain refuses to admit it— still messed up from the events happening in front of him— but, as he looked at the sight of dead bodies and scattered remains, he knew that this was real.

"What do you propose we do?"

Park Yujin turned to look at Cha Seong-eun, there was a discernable emotion in her gaze, something he couldn't put a finger on. There were unspoken words lingering in the air; they refused to mention the written words in the blue semi-transparent screen.

Penalty: Death.

( Of course they did— humans had always denied and refused to believe something if it's something they disliked. )

He gulped, head already planning the necessary steps. He supposed, despite the peril, it was somewhat of an advantage to him.

He did not plan to do it in the first place— he was just merely forced to do so.

"How about we prepare our needed supplies first? We still have thirty minutes left." He suggested casually.

"Supplies?" Cha Seong-eun asked, confused.