─────── ✦✧. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ∙ ɪɴsᴏ's ʟᴀᴡ
She was washing her wrists on the sink in front of the mirror. As she gazed at her reflection, it winked at her.
It's pretty crazy to suddenly wake up inside a novel that you never even knew existed.
What novel...
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“𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.”
“𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?”
“𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨?”
𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤
She doesn't remember much.
She had some kind of fight with her brother.
She didn't know what it was about or why did it happen in the first place, maybe she just forgot about it. Her memory was something no one could trust.
Although she could remember the pain that shot her on the back of her head from the collision against the wall.
A loud BANG!! just like a gunshot. That was what she felt anyway.
She felt a chill run down her spine for a moment, and she felt like something was wrong.
She remembered Kim Sunwoo, his hand on her neck, gripping. Her blurry vision could barely make out him moving his lips to say something.
