» time « ㅡform of existence. it is endless and can not be moved in anyway. it is believed to be the period between begging and the end.
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jung yoohan
❝ i wish i had more time. ❞
13th december 1993 (23), ¹⁸²ᶜᵐ ㅡowner of a sake bar/restaurant back in japan
most of the time expressionless, and doesn't strive to survive. he had experienced the purge only once which was six years ago, and from that he knew it played the most brutal moments of his memories.
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Clock was ticking loud and steady. It seemed as if nothing existed anymore. Just that annoying sound that could drive many insane.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Again and again Yoohan tried to ignore the noise but he couldn't, not even for a second. Screams from the outside didn't bother him at all. It was that damned clock which didn't let him sleep for a minute.
Yoohan sighted and walked to the window. He peeked through the blinds and saw uniformed men with guns running around, trying to scare people off the streets. Disgust filled Yoohan's mouth and instantly he walked back to the table.
The doors were locked. Blinds lowered. Two water bottles on the table. Sleeping bag on the floor. It was enough to live for 24 hours, right?
Sadly, Yoohan heard the steps outside the door and his heart immediately sunk. The steps were quiet, but for the man who was irritated even by a ticking clock, they were loud enough. The guy pressed his back to the book shelf and closed his eyes.
He could hear the steps stop just infront of the door. And he wasn't wrong. Whoever was there, they tried opening the door, but after few tries they gave up and walked away.
Maybe the old library wasn't such a good idea?
Memories of his family ran through his mind and the man quietly rushed to the sleeping bag. He sat on the floor, ran hands through his hair and looked at the door once again.
Who could've imagined that only minutes from then a nightmare would start. Apparently Yoohan could. He already saw it. Long time ago. And the memories kept lingering in his mind while a strong deja vu feeling occured.
Yoohan heard steps getting closer once again and instantly got in to his sleeping bag. He shifted on his side, his back facing the door and tried his best to fall asleep, hoping the time to go quicker.
Hoping this to end sooner or at least the end to come at all.
