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'' 死亡不是开玩笑的。''

—  t h e  a c t o r
      T W O

 NECROPHOBIA
(n.) extreme or irrational fear of death/dead bodies

the boy has lived with that almost his whole life. he knew that all the Operations had phobias, too, though he was not sure about Zero. mysterious girl, she was, never revealing anything about herself to them. though I.C.E. had removed their memories, he remembered, unknown to them. every detail of that night, he memorized so well - too well. 

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【FOUR YEARS AGO】

it was raining. hands trembling, he grabs his phone tightly, trying to focus on the music his was playing into his ear. do not misunderstand, he loved the rain, especially walking in it without an umbrella over his head, because of how it ran down his face, and so people wouldn't see the tears that ran down his face. they will not think twice about him, and he will not suffer under society's critical judgement. but the ominous gray clouds were represented by the symbolism of sadness and depression, which was exactly how felt now, were a contrast to his exterior personality. if they knew, they would ditch him. he would be alone again.

for once, he wanted to be free. to relieve his burden, to heave it out on someone, because it was dragging him down. he wanted to have a life without sadness and worry.

"hey," says a soft voice behind him. 

he startles, turning back. it was a girl. she was very beautiful, which made his heart pound. her eyes, gray as the clouds above them. 

"don't stand in the rain like that - you'd get wet," she says again in that soft voice of hers, and moves to shield him with her umbrella.

his muscles do not obey him - he remains gaping.

"where do you live?" she asks, and that snaps him out of his daze. "m- me? u- uh... d- down the s- street."

she chuckles and moves to lead the way.

。。。

【A YEAR AGO】

it was raining.

he stares at his wife's limp body. it was scarred, slashed in every direction, blood spilled all over the bed. she has been brutally murdered - but by who?

now he was an estranged widower, because...

the girl he met in the rain three years before, was now gone.

as if the rain was sobbing too, it poured harder outside. 

the lightning highlighted the gleaming liquid, the thunder ensuing making it worse.

a strangled sob forces its way out of his throat. 

she was gone.

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it has been a year since then, but the number of nights to count the stars in the universe would be the amount of time he would take to get over her. since then, whenever he saw dead bodies, all he would see is her.

he was twenty when he developed necrophobia.

a year later, though he had shoved it down, it came back to bite him.

he stares at the body hanging from a scorpion tail - his best friend. never again would he see the younger's bunny smile, or boast to ji-min about his strength and ability to do everything. never again would they play games together, never will he laugh at his antics again.

"i- i'm scared," he says, the words clear as day. 

PLAYER TWO has been eliminated  ‹
《 END OF NIGHT ONE 》

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