" Nice to meet all of you. Let's have a wonderful time together! "
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What is it like to grow up in the military, simply because she had no choice?
What is it like to live a life constantly on edge? Because if you aren't careful, they might trac...
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Y/n Woo love is the ugliest thing to surface on this planet.
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At certain times of the day, you would ask yourself why both Hwajin and Boss Man were so insistent on keeping you away from the Soyeon Girls High case.
But you kept all those thoughts behind you while you lay there in the empty home. There wasn't much furniture, but it was enough for a living.
Even if you had the money to buy the furniture enough to make your house a home, you opted not to.
Because this was acceptable for you.
Because the lack of furniture within these four walls seemed to have given you a sense of security, ironically enough.
At certain times of the day, you would wonder what you should do to pass the time. All your life it was one suffering after another, working and working all your life. Hence, when the chance of freedom was given to you...you became lost and unsure of what you were supposed to do.
Read a book? You finished reading them months ago. Cook? Not enough ingredients. Watch television? Don't be ridiculous, you don't even have one.
#minimalist
During the day, it was aimlessly walking around every street and corner for me.
Because what on earth are you supposed to do when you're not on the job?
Just laying around like this feels wrong. Even being able to afford all these feels wrong. Because that was what the White Room taught you.
Before you ask, what on earth is the White Room that seems to have been repeated several times now.
Let me explain.
The White Room, disguised as an orphanage in the rural and deserted area of South Korea, was a disgusting place. Children were being used like slaves, experiments. You name it, they probably had done it.
You once lived there. Within the run-down walls of that cursed place, were cells. Walls painted white; lights always so bright that you would have to squint just so you could see who was on the other side of the glass.
It was a continuous torture. These were only children after all. You never knew why, but other children never failed to have returned with blemishes and bruises on their now not so innocent skin.
Oh, how spotless the white walls seemed to be. How quiet. How emotionless the eyes of the children had become. How you were also one of those children who failed to have any emotional development.
It almost made you go insane, but you never did. Because Jinwoo was there. He was a year older, yet he seemed to have retained more of his innocence than you.
