The Protector - Dae-sik

Sigriswil Bridge

Author's note and warning: this chapter contains a graphic description of suicide, of 4k words length. Please stay away if you have the minimum doubt you can feel triggered. You can continue TP, there's no need for this part to complete the story. 

Warning n.2: it will seem, to you, that some topic is treated too lightly and maybe not in the appropriate way. This is because the character of Dae-sik, from the little we know, is someone with a specific way to do things, and apparently not very gentle. I suggest you to mind his actions instead of his words.

Warning n.3: wanted to specifically upload this chapter during Pride Month for a reason. Polygamy is actually not a sexual orientation and there are poly families of every sort. But they share with the queer community the fact of suffering the stigma of not being traditional. It's something we should actually do all the year - when we think, when we talk, when we tweet commenting on a movie like MWGM, always -, being kind and remember that there are rights which are privileges for someone else. We never know who is listening or reading, we never know when we could hurt someone.

Be kind, and Happy Pride Month.

Swiss, Sigriswil bridge, many, many years ago

There was something weird, in the way that girl was grabbing the railing of the bridge. Was she another of those idiot tourists who knew nothing about mountain hiking and needed the mountain rescue – how much public funds wasted - nearly every day?

Though it just needed to approach her a little – and yes, he would have eventually warned that idiot about the proper way to not hurt herself on a bridge – for him to realize how that girl wasn't another imprudent tourist.

In-ah mentally re-listed for the last time. Clothes. They were all in two bags. One, she had already brought it to the charity shop. The other was in her hotel room, together with the apologies letter. It contained the few things Mimmi could have wanted and/or found useful. The hiking shoes, a couple of towels, technical clothes, and the backpack. Mimmi's, like the majority of her belongings, was a heritage from her cousins, and it wouldn't have taken long before that plastic ruin would have collapsed definitively. Her backpack would have turned useful. Her other friends were rich enough, they didn't need any of her stuff, photos on IG would have been enough.

The room. Ok. She had given up the lease of her room with an appropriate prior notice, sold all her stuff - except for a couple of kitchen tools that Sang-bum would have surely wanted to inherit in case of her death, funny, eh? and which were now in a box at the side of Mimmi's bag - and donated the money. Had she closed the gas? Yes. For the millionth time, yes.

Work. Ok too. Again, she had resigned with appropriate prior notice. And she hadn't gone as far as to train her successor, but yes, the girl would have found a meticulous list of suggestions like how to make the management software run and 'be careful, the windows' handle is broken.' She had left them two weeks ago, probably they have already forgotten her name.

Email: thank God for the timed emails, in a couple of hours her phone would have sent one to the hotel, explaining what she had done and where, so they would have avoided all that process of wondering why the guest hadn't returned for two days, opening her room, seeing the letter, calling the police, checking the mountains and the lakes ecc. There's a corpse in Sigriswil, save the public money for something useful. Ok Swiss was disgustingly rich, but this didn't mean she had any right to waste public money.

Letter: ok. All the people who had helped her had been thanked, so they wouldn't have felt guilty. Besides, she had specifically clarified the reason why she was doing what she was doing.