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ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ | ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ | ᴰʳᵃᵐᵃ
In the ominous atmosphere of the Moonlit Residence, adolescents without parental love are confronted with their deepest fears. Yeonjun, abandoned by his mother, steps through the gates of this mysterious...
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Pelting rain had been drifting over Seoul for days, enveloping the capital city, otherwise defiant with different colors, in a rich dark gray. The air was filled with a soft veil of mist that cast a mystical spell over the streets. If you hadn't believed the weather reports that the sun would soon return, you would have almost thought you were eternally trapped in an enchanted, yet sad, puddle.
Some loved the rain.
They delighted in the cool air, the beguiling scent of wet grass, and the cloud-covered skyscapes that hovered overhead like works of art.
Rain, everywhere.
Its ticking sound resembled that of a clock.
It symbolized the time that was lost.
But in here, you couldn't hear this ticking; it was as quiet as a mouse. The quiet ticking of time faded as if it had been swallowed by the walls.
The room was like a loving embrace, carefully designed with an air of dedication and thoughtful detail. As soon as you entered, you could feel the effort that had gone into the interior design, and you immediately felt at home, as if you were in your own four walls. There was an almost fairy-tale silence here, and you could only watch the rain outside through the windows in the back. One could look out onto the large, wet lawn, which was adorned with magnificent rose bushes whose blossoms stretched proudly towards the sky. Exactly one of these red roses adorned a vase on a small table in the corner of the brightly lit room. It shone in a dark, fascinating shade of red and exuded a beguilingly sweet fragrance. The 19-year-old boy who was in the room would have liked to get up to sniff it, but unfortunately his feet denied him this wish. As if pinned down, he sat on this soft sofa and stared at the narrow, oblong window that offered a view of the people in the long corridor. Even the door was decorated with a square pane.
He sighed, chewed his fingernails and wished to go home to his bed. He would have given anything to get away from this place. But his body was too weak, too exhausted and too fragile to follow his mind's instructions.
More bored than interested, his eyes again roamed the bright room whose walls bore a lovely blue. The baby blue, combined with the varnished wooden floor, made the boy with the dark, almond-shaped eyes and the violet on his right side grin. He had heard so much about this place, but always imagined something different.
The Moonlit Residence.
He knew that just a few years ago, the building had undergone an extensive renovation and had been reopened under the leadership of three remarkable young adults.
Those three, with the will to change the world and the people, put aside their worries merely to help others in need. The impressive project was financially supported by a dedicated minister of South Korea who was committed to the mission of assisting them. Everywhere people talked about a brave young lady and her helping best friends.
