╰┈➤In a world where the line between life and death blurs, a girl named Kwon Dae is haunted by the tragic loss of her five childhood friends, in a devastating car crash. Three months after their funeral, Dae's nights are filled with vivid visions an...
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The sound of loud knocking echoed through the empty street, the hollow thuds reverberating off the silent buildings. I withdrew my hand from the door, my fingers trembling slightly as I leaned against the railing, my body struggling to stay upright. Every movement sent a dull ache through my limbs, a reminder of the bruises forming beneath my skin. The dried blood stuck to my face tugged uncomfortably, cracking with every breath I took, while the chill of the night air gnawed at me, making the discomfort that much worse.
My ears finally caught onto the faint sounds of movement within, a rustling that promised hope. Before I could summon the strength to knock harder on the door, it swung open with a creak.
And there stood a disheveled Jeongin, his bright smile contrasting sharply with the chaos outside. He fumbled with his shirt, hastily attempting to straighten it. "THANK GOD, GET IN—whoa, damn"
His eyes roamed over my bruises, concern etching itself across his features, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes, a feeble attempt at nonchalance. I crouched lower, feeling the familiar sting return to my stomach. "C-C'mon, let me in, dude..."
"Are you serious?" Jeongin exclaimed, his smile faltering as he stepped aside, allowing me entry into the warm embrace of his home. "I knew you were beaten up but this much?"
I shuffled past him, grateful for the refuge, though the moment felt bittersweet. "Be thankful they let me out alive."
I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper as I plopped onto the couch. That's when I noticed the disarray around me—the furniture had been pushed aside, creating a vast, open space in the middle of the living room. The place was filled with candles and an assortment of objects I couldn't quite name, their presence both curious and unsettling. "What the hell did you do to this place?"
Jeongin handed me a small box, which I assumed was the first aid kit. He knelt before me, his expression earnest, like a father preparing to unveil the secret of Santa Claus. "Dae, listen to me carefully." he said, his tone serious. "I can't reveal much, but we need to hurry. You need to go back and change the past RIGHT NOW."
I winced as I wiped the corner of my lips with a small cotton ball, the sting momentarily distracting me from his urgent words. Once the pain subsided, I looked back at him, confusion knitting my brows together. "Today? But aren't we supposed to do it tomorrow?"
