Plunged into the darkness of her tormented past, Yuna faced heartbreaking tragedies from a young age. Lynn's fragile friendship and betrayal affected her deeply, but Lorenzo's shocking arrival brought both chaos and love into her life. Despite the o...
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Wait, you're kidding. Move your ass yourself; how do you want me to know who she is if the very moment we met she didn't tell me her name? "It's not wrong, I'll see what I can find, and don't come rushing me."
(The Butterfly) Amidst these turbulent events, I returned home with bloodstained hands and a visible mark on my neck, which I discreetly hid from my colleagues, fearing my boss' reaction upon discovering my injuries. Despite this, I was completely unaware of how much this would change not only my personal life but also that directly linked to dark power. Incarnated today by an enigmatic figure named Lorenzo... At his words, a shiver suddenly ran down my body when I finally realized the imminent danger lurking in every careless movement made so far!
(Tomorrow morning...) "Have you finished admiring my neck?" "Who did this to you?" "What do you mean by that? I don't have the right to be strangled during sex. "No connection, this kind of injury doesn't happen at times like this." "Unless you want to try, don't worry, I'm good in bed, just like doing your job." "Ah yes, if you say so, then where do we start, on the desk or at my place? At your house, I have the impression that your bed is much wider than this damn wood." "Indeed." "Excuse me, Mr. Jeon, the meeting will start soon, everyone is waiting for you," said an employee. "One minute, thank you."
You know about Lynn, she resigned this morning before the other employees even arrived. "I had some questions to ask her, you should have tried to stop her." Sorry I should have called you but I thought you already knew.
I left Jeon's office as quickly as possible without even being able to tell him the truth but I know he is intelligent and will not believe a lie with blind spots everywhere, I watched his facial expressions throughout the whole time. meeting, he did not change but nevertheless I did not stop feeling his gaze tearing my neck behind my collar rolling sitting on his right not surprising that this happens the day almost ends finally it is only 1 o'clock when Red gives me an anonymous black envelope, curious to read it even inside there was no name or symbol written there. "Yuna!!" "Yes, what's wrong, Red?" "You have received an envelope." "An envelope? Where does that come from?" "I couldn't tell you because I don't see any names ." "Anonymity, what a surprise. "Here". "Thank you Red". "What is this gibberish?" "So you were able to recognize the author of the envelope." "No, not at all, wrong paths perhaps." "Why do you work when you have money?" "Why should I answer you. It's between you and the boss." "Not really." "I understand. Goodbye, I'm going home. See you tomorrow. Don't stay too late." "Don't worry, I'll finish what I have to do and then I'll go home."
Continuing my work until 11 p.m., I finally returned home. As I viewed the surveillance footage, a black car caught my attention driving past my residence. As I examined the images, I racked my brain, trying to place the familiarity of the vehicle. "I've seen this car somewhere before, but where?" I said. Does the mysterious black envelope have a link to this vehicle? Notably, the letter arrived precisely in the afternoon, coinciding with the appearance of the car. What meaning lies behind this synchronicity? From Lynn's abrupt departure, to her resignation, to the letter and now the car—what tangle of events is unfolding? Phone ringing. "Yes, I listen." "Yunaaa, it's me, Eun ji."
"Who is it again?" "How can you forget me?" "What do you want from me?" "I will come to spend Christmas with you, what do you think?" "Don't come." "For what?" "You are going to die." "What?" "Do as you wish." "Why are you still so mean to me? You haven't changed an inch." "You haven't changed as stupid either." "You..... Yuna, I'm going to gut you." "Only if you can do it." "Insolent." "I have always been like that." "You !!!!! Pfff. So you agree for me to come." "I'm tired, I hang up." "Answer me." Why talking to her always tires me out so much, even if I had warned her, she was still going to come, anyway.
In the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep. I had nightmares; I saw my mother being killed or asking for help, but it was impossible for me to get to her to help her. I always ended up bursting into tears, with severe pain in my chest and blood on my hands until I woke up. "This nightmare again, I have to change those medicines; they are no longer useful. As usual, I forgot to take some water." I barely got out of bed when I received an alert notification from Lizzy. ALERT, ALERT!!! "Lizzy, what's going on?" The screen from nowhere in the wall appears in front of me with surveillance videos from the entire house. Lizzy is an artificial intelligence created by my parents sheds new light on the origin of the sophisticated surveillance system that captured these crucial images, which a few years later had itself improved. "I'm stunned; they chose their moments well."
"Oh, the black car—I suspected it would be there." So I take the weapons I had under my pillow and on top of a piece of furniture, then leave the room.
Italian version: "We need her alive or dead; otherwise, it's us who..." "It's okay, you want her to hear us." "Ah ahh, what are you afraid of?? A poor little girl, what can she do? There are many more of us." "If it was just a simple little girl like you say, why send so many men just to catch her?" "A simple precautionary measure, otherwise we could take advantage of it, if she has a pretty body, and a nice ass too." "Shut your ugly ass up, let's separate." "All right."
However, suddenly my gaze was drawn to the window: the bright headlights of a black car briefly lit the night before disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. A shiver ran down my spine as these events seemed to be linked: the disturbing nightmares, the constant feeling of being watched, and now this urgent alert combined with the recurring suspicious presence of black cars. So what is this mysterious link that connects all these elements? What are the dark forces that seek to sow chaos around even fragile existence? The next decisions may determine our destiny.
BANG BANG BANG. One of them looks at the blanket but was in shock when he noticed the bed was empty. "SHE'S NOT THERE!!!!! HOW SO?? BEHIND YOU!!!" I appeared behind them, shooting at them without even blinking. "Lizzy blocks access to those behind the house as well as the insolent people in the parking lot," I said to my artificial intelligence. "What are those shots? It's coming from up there, let's go." Gunshots could be heard all over the house; they made the mistake of entering territory they didn't know—it was stupid suicides. "She's behind the post, kill this bitch." "Shit, I'm out of bullets." BANG, BAN[G!!!!! "AHHH RGGG FUCKING SHIT CATCH HER OR. I'LL BE THE ONE WHO'LL KILL Y'ALL ASS." At the same time, we hear shooting.
