Hierarchy kdrama re-written
In a world where status and power reign supreme, two teenagers from different worlds find themselves tangled in a complicated web of power and ambition that has consumed the school they decided to enter. Kang Ha, a determ...
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TW: mention of bl00d Narrator's POV:
Nabi tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find comfort in her restless sleep. Her breathing was uneven, as if caught in the grip of a relentless nightmare. Suddenly, she jolted upright with a gasp, drenched in sweat. She clutched her chest, struggling to catch her breath and shake off the remnants of her terrifying dream. Her heart pounded in her ears as flashes of the nightmare continued to dance behind her closed eyelids.
Nabi finds herself in a dimly lit fencing arena, the only source of illumination stemming from a lone, dulled spotlight that shines down upon her. She stands in the center of the fencing arena, her body poised to fight. Her sword is clutched firmly in her hand as she circles her surroundings. Her heart races with the mixture of anticipation and dread for what is to come.
As she stands in the center of the fencing arena, sparring with someone, her emotions getting the better of her. Nabi's heart thumping in her chest as she feels the adrenaline run through her body. Suddenly driven by her emotions she realizes she had done something ruthless. The person on the opposing side has been stabbed by her sword. Her eyes widen in horror and disbelief, a sickening feeling settling in her stomach. She was never expecting this to happen, her only intent was to practice her skills and not to cause harm to anyone.
The person appears to be in severe pain, their hand is clutching their stomach where the sword had pierced through. Blood trickles out from between their fingers, staining their clothing. They are visibly struggling to stay standing, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Their face is contorted in agony, their eyes filled with shock
Nabi is struck with a mixture of shock, horror, and guilt at the sight before her. Her mind races, trying to comprehend what just happened. The sword in her hand seems heavier now, her heart heavy with the realization of what she has done. The air in the arena feels suffocating, each breath she takes growing more shallow as she stares at the injured person before her.
Nabi's hand trembles, the sword dropping from her shaking grasp. It clatters to the floor, the sound echoing through the silence like a death knell. She stands in stunned silence, her heart racing and the weight of her actions resting heavily on her shoulders.
Looking down at her hands, Nabi notices that they are stained with thick, red blood. The sight makes her stomach churn, a wave of nausea washing over her. She can't tear her eyes away from the sight. She holds her hands out in horror, the scarlet liquid glistening in the dim light. Her heart races, her breaths growing shorter with each passing moment. She can't believe this is happening, the nightmare becoming more real with every beat of her heart.
With shaky hands, Nabi tries to wipe the blood off, but it seems to cling to her skin, a reminder of her actions. No matter how hard she tries, the red stains don't seem to go away, only deepening in color. She feels a chill settling in, her body trembling with a mix of cold and guilt
