❝𝐖𝐡𝗼 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮?❞
. . .
What if there existed a character who desired to kill all the constellations in the world of Ways of Survival?
The Constellation Killer exchanged the memories of his life and identity for the sake of his revenge, even...
❝So draw your breath and say goodbye. It's such a beautiful day to die.❞
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SEVENTEEN LIFE AND DEATH
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When Yoo Jonghyuk and (Y/N) met during the 0th round, to say they even remotely got along was the overstatement of the century.
(Y/N) at the time was self-motivated and independent, only seeking benefits for himself and his crime family. He was brutal, blunt, and a bastard who killed people with a sadistic grin on his face. They fought left and right, their ideals severely differing from each other and constantly getting in the way of one another's plans.
His opinion only changed after Yoo Jonghyuk accidentally saved Jaehyun, (Y/N)'s adoptive son, who got lost somewhere and ended up almost getting killed. Since then, (Y/N) begrudgingly treated Yoo Jonghyuk with kindness, owing him a big favor.
They saved each other left and right. Eventually, the supposed 'debts' that they owed each other became friendship, and that friendship turned into becoming sworn brothers.
["(Y/N)."
"Hm?"
"I hope...these happy days last."
"Yeah. I hope so too."]
He was also very compassionate, and more softhearted than any other worldline because he was living a life full of people he cherished, and made his smiles bright every single day, filling his heart with warmth.
(Y/N) protected a single village with all his strength, simply because he deeply cared for every single civilian. Any struggles, any issues, anything at all, he wanted to protect them from it.
Then one day, he went on a mission with Yoo Jonghyuk. When they came back, (Y/N) had lost an entire village full of the people he cherished in a single day.
He was very compassionate and caring. That's why when the fall happened, it was a drop greater than any torture or heartbreak that could've possibly hurt him in his life.
It haunts him day and night. The faces of the dead people who were so lively and happy the last time he saw them. The mothers he waved to on the street, their corpses found hugging their children, so badly mutilated he forced down the bile going up his throat.
Eaten alive, their throats bitten off painfully slowly so they couldn't even cry for help. No, they cried for (Y/N), they cried for him to come and save them until their vocal cords were ripped out of their bodies. They didn't die. They felt everything right up until the last moment.
