Korean
A/N: Poggers my fucking Homie G's, all my homies LOVE Korean Culture... you could even call us Koreaboos!!! (^-^)!!!! Moshi Moshi Arigato Onii-channnn!!!!!! Hahaha uwu!
T/W: This chapter contains money. Communists and broke bitches beware. Rawr UwU.
Koreen Kristine Kirson was 14 when it started. The depth of the adversity she faced onwards could not amount to any more than what cannot be explained. The crashing waves of Ego and Plight, everforth lasting for anything tantamount to success. Every girl has a story. Harsh words behind closed doors, demonised in the light of the forgotten. Imber, Apricus, Decorum. Beauty in the eyes of those not worthy of His true light begone, and henceforth forgotten from the grasps of history, and a glimpse into Koreen Kristine Kirson - the Dark Haired Female's - tragic story.
Though adversity starts young - as Koreen was born at a very young age - her upbringing was a vicious cycle of torn relations. It all came to a collapse at eighteen. The glimmer of hope in her life - her parents - were taken from her by a crazed KPOP superfan. The killer was aprehended, but her parents lost to an unending void of unforgiveness.
A knock on the door. A black robed man stood, a shadow incarnate. He stood around 6'4" and was uncannily slender. In fact, he was thinner than the wisps of smoke from his tobacco pipe. "The Lord has come to collect his Debt. Thou shalt be sold to Them. Yes. Them." Seven pale figures appeared behind him, and Koreen blacked out.
She awoke in a room darker than the soul of the author. (UwU). "Moshi Moshi? Kawaii-desu?" Koreen trembled as she spoke these words of Power. Koreen knew she wasn't dead, that would totally be WeirdChamp KekW. "Nani-desu???" She cast her voice into the deep oblivion, hopelessness setting in. K(oreen)K(ristine)K(irson) was taught from a young age by her parents words of wisdom which have never misguided her through her rough eighteen years - "The phrase 'It's just a game' is such a weak mindset. You are OK with what happened, losing, imperfection of a craft. When you stop getting angry after losing, you've lost twice." Invigorated by the King's words, Koreen was overwhelmed with Hope.
The sound of iron creaking let Koreen know of the incomer. A pale male stood at the now wide open door, but Koreen recognised him - but... Nani... she couldn't bring herseft to understand... Nani... Nani... it couldn't possibly be him!
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