In when a total of 23 contestants joins mnet's I-LAND, one of them being a Japanese girl named Sato Hana.
"Why don't you just join the girl version or another girl group?"
"The company wants my voice, but with my dance they want me with a boy group...
Erm... i completely forgot abt this book... i completely forgot about the app guys I genuinely don't even check this anymore im so sorry...
forgot the plot lets check my notes and speed write smth !!
No notes... reread the last chapter... wow ! I'm a dramatic piece of shit... anyways
There's a very small reference here to another show that I love and am obsessed with, a western show with... many... many... seasons. A ship I love so much. A line here is stolen from there. I hope you guys recognise it.
A lot of you are younggggg though so, maybe not.
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All of the days blurred together. From the hospital to the station, to the company, to her home, a cycle that repeated throughout the week.
She can't even remember what day it was.
News of the break in circulated Korean media like crazy. Most feeling sympathy for the girl, yet others calling it a lie and saying her "prostitution service" for the man went wrong.
None of it even phased her. For some reason none of it even processed in her head.
This massive swarm of guilt circulated within her core and spine in ever waking moment, washing over her being like a destructive flood.
Ryan found his way back to Melbourne, detained. They all watched the switch in Hana's lack of awareness back to sudden alertness when providing her house's security camera footage, skipping over his own assault on her to highlight his admittance of past sexual offences.
There was no statute of limitations to investigate and charge a person of a sexual offence in Victoria, yet Hana couldn't even bring herself to smile at this information. She wished there wasn't a need to have an investigation in the first place.
If only she...
"If only you what Hana?"
Hana can't find it in her to meet her brothers gaze, so she settles for the chai latte in his hand as he passes it to her. "I don't know how many times I'll have to tell you that none of what happened was your fault. That guy was genuinely a fucking psychopath. And I'm not saying that to make you feel better, it's on his fucking psych report."
Hana's eyes wandered towards the tv playing her favourite show, yet she wasn't really watching.
"They called me.. by the way. Her parents."
Her gaze finally lifted high enough to reach his eyes, yet his own was elsewhere, as if wandering in his mind about which steps to take in relaying such information.
