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AT THE HORRID AND RAPID BEEPING
of her alarm clock, (Y/n)'s eye suddenly flew open and her fist cracked down onto the device, splintering the plastic and metal apart which had disturbed her sleep. Sitting up with a groan, she ran her hands down her face and sighed, that being the third alarm clock that month that she had broken.

    Fucking hell...

    Fumbling around in the darkness, she then turned on the light before stumbling into her rather crude and small bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth before tying her patch around her eye. Staring at herself in the mirror, tracing the scar along her jaw with her eye, she let out a sigh before pulling away from the counter to step back into her room and get dressed. Pulling on a pair of black pants and then a long sleeved shirt, she laced up her boots, shrugged on her jacket, grabbed her wallet and keys, and then exited her crummy apartment building.

    She could admit it.

    She knew that her life was crud, but there wasn't anything more she could do.

    After losing her eye and almost her life fighting for South Korea, the country her parents had escaped to in hopes of a better life, she had come back home scarred and traumatized. Endless nights were spent awoken in terror and fear from dreams of guns and fires that lit up the night with their explosions, and no matter where she went, she always saw enemies lurking in the shadows.

    But that was three years ago.

    She now had suppressed most of those memories into a distant and faded bad dream.

    She had pushed away everyone in her life—even those like her childhood friends that she hadn't spoken to in years—in hopes of starting over and beginning anew.

    But it was never so simple.

    Struggling and in debt almost three hundred million won, she was working basically back to back jobs in hopes of paying it back. (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh at how pitiful her existence had come to be, but she knew that others were probably even worse off, so she tried to make the most of it. Tapping her card against the transmitter, she then boarded the subway and sat down, yawning since it was so early in the morning, barely anyone on board with her.