- 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚉𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕

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A wide hallway with a total of twenty-four branches, forms the North korea's military headquarters building.

There are multiple offices in each carpeted branches but at the end of the eastern seventh corridor, only one room is awaiting for you.
It has walnut wood furniture and Navy blue velvet curtains that adorned the tall windows gave the room a grand appearance.
Like most of the agent's rooms, there was a bedroom in the office that was used for debauchery; The truth that clearly there and nobody tried to hide it.

Years ago and years before that, the room belonged to prominent rank officers, and now it was about six years since it belonged to Yeosang.

Even though that it was like the heart of the headquarters, there was no lock on the door.  The security of the room was provided by its owners and no one in the whole country had the intention of disrupting that security.

As soon as Yeosang entered his office, he went to the room.
The bed was still messy from the past nights and ripped satin dresses were all over the floor.
He opened the closet door and slide away a pile of women's clothes.

As there were secret rooms in the offices, there was also a door to the headquarter's basement in the closet of one of these rooms.

Despite the passage of years, the path from the main entrance to his office, then this room and finally this closet still felt new to him.

There were few people in the country who were aware of the existence of an underground under the headquarters almost as wast as the building itself. And on the other hand, few people behind that door were aware that there is a world other than the underground world out there; Yeosang thought the same too, for almost most of his life.
With the difference that living outside that basement didn't destroy his sense of belonging to what was behind the door.
His memories,
his childhood,
his pains,
his loved ones,
his wounds,
his sorrows,
his body,
his desire,
his soul and his blood were all there behind that door.
Even if he conquered the whole world, he would still return to it, to his home, the Zaccai hall, Where all things began.

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