Two Daughters
A mother tortured by her memories.
A father who has forgotten his story.
A broken red thread of faith that connects them.
In a world where reapers can be saviors. How will they mend the red string that has been broken?
Is it their des...
The Editing Team all welcomed their newbie and lead him to his desk which was covered in garbage.
"Drink up", the team leader said handing him a drink as he watched Jun-woong attempt to edit something on the computer.
"Pull that one frame to the right. Just a bit to the beginning. No, to the side. Just a bit more. Yes, there. Good. All right. You're good.", The team leader praised Jun-woong who smiled brightly.
"You're good, newbie. Just a little more work and he'll be churning out touching flashback videos. Good.", the team leader praised Jun-woong.
"It's a good thing you didn't go to the other teams. Our team is great for taking a look back on life.", Another member of the editing team said to Jun-woong.
"That's right. Oh, how was the RM Team?", The team leader asked.
"Right.", the other team member asked. Jun-woong froze in his place.
"Aren't they really depressing? Always dealing with people trying to kill themselves. That's no way to live. ", the team leader said
"But why do they do it? Are they weak- willed? ", The other team member said.
"Most of the time, yes.", The team leader responded.
Jun-woong place his coffee down on the table listening to them speak with a look of distaste on his face.
"Well, I guess that's true. When you edit videos for those people, they only think about their suffering. I have it tough too!", She exclaimed.
"Nonsense. We've got it harder.", the team leader said to her before glancing back at Jun-woong and letting out a laugh.
Jun-woong dropped his head down squeezing his eyes closed tightly reliving Eun-bi's memories of her being bullied and milk being poured on her as she crawled on the ground desperate to get away only to be kicked and laughed at.
"I don't want to die like this either!",
He remembered her say as she stood on the edge of the NBS roof.
Folding his hands into a fist as he continued to listen to them talk.
"They can't bear the little things. It's even more true after seeing for yourself, right?", the team leader stated.
Jun-woong snapped.
He slammed his fist onto the table startling the team members as he shouted.
