Your only CHOICE

Who Am I..

((Myun's POV (MC) ))

The score was 18/4, I was winning. I feel like Saeran was going easy on me though, which is probably why I have such a far lead ahead rather then a short lead. It's been a few days and I definitely have been feeling better, and the Savior encouraged me to get back to my training so I didn't completely deteriorate. So I've been spending my time training with Saeran, or studying.

"Why are you holding back on me!" I was completely healed, why is he being such a wimp?!

"No matter what the savior or the medical team tells you, you are not completely healed. It takes time," he explained, but why did he say 'Savior' in that tone? Or trust them? He is truly a wimp. I lunge forward with the Bo Staff in my hands, landing a blow on his shoulder that sent him flying backwards, almost like he wasn't holding his ground at all. And he just laid there with his weapon only loose in his hand, he looked fine, but he wasn't moving.

"Why are you so different?? The Savior, and V, and all the others said you are ruthless and stubborn.." I said in a scowl towards him. Why did I feel so angry at this? At him? I just looked at him for a while, feeling hot tears to my eyes. Whatever, I won this, I'm done. I threw the staff down to his feet, and he propped himself up to look at me, just a regret and a sadness in his eyes. I couldn't take it.

I leave.

Still shoeless from the dojo, and my face probably flaming red, I make my way to my room, everyone who passed me completely avoiding me. Well, everyone except for one person. I was looking down so I only saw their feet at first, how they stopped and stood right in front of me.

"Myun." I looked up and saw V standing in front of me,

"V," I replied, trying to be polite in my greetings, taking a deep breath to try to calm down, "yes? What is it?"

"How was your training? The Savior would have come to ask herself, but she's been really busy lately." He explained, just looking straight forward as he always did. Did they forget to tell me that he was blind, or something?

"Um.. good? Fought with Saeran again. He's such a wimp, I don't know why people say he's the best here.." with that comment, he took one step closer to me, he seemed upset, but then he calmed down again. Why was he upset? I wish I just had all of my memories, I bet all of my questions would be answered.

"Myun.. um. What has Saeran tried to tell you?" He asked quietly, almost like this conversation suddenly got confidential. "Listen to him. He isn't lying to you.. and I know he can be intimidating when- you know.. I can start you off by saying that Myun isn't your real name.. have a good day, Mc." And then he just walked past me. How could he drop a bomb of information like that and just leave me? I felt stuck to the ground, like a tree, and completely exposed.

I was looking around frantically, someone, please, tell me who I am? Give me my memories back? Please, because i obviously cannot trust these ones.

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((Saeran's Pov))

I guess she isn't coming back anytime soon, not that I'm surprised, she seemed pretty pissed at me. I just clean up the dojo: wiping down the floor, putting the bo staffs away, all of that crap.

I just wasn't expecting running into her when I was headed back to my room.

She seemed frozen in the middle of the hallway, an extreme confusion on her face. She met eyes with mine, and for once it wasn't out of fear or annoyance,

"Mc, what's going on? Are you alright?" I made sure that I was careful when I gripped her shoulders in my hands to steady her, to ground her back to reality.

"Everyone keeps calling me Mc. you insisted on calling me Mc when I first woke up.. why? T-the Savior said my name was Myun.." I could sense the feeling of betrayal in her voice, "obviously She isn't telling me something, but why? Shouldn't I trust her?? Does it make me a bad follower since I'm contemplating this??" She looked up at me, and I saw my Mc again, she was close to me.

"You're not in the wrong, I promise. She is.." I look around quickly, I don't want anyone to hear this controversial conversation. I look back to her, seeing a kind of trust in her gaze. Today wasn't the day I was expecting this to happen, although I'm glad it happened sooner then later. I took her hand into my own, her small and soft hand, with my other hand high on her back to lead her, "come on, let me take you to your room. We can talk about this more there."