UNTITLED UNIVERSE #1: UNIT 25

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

UNIT 26

Naih stared blankly at her mini cabinet; the doors opened wide, not even wanting to blink or move.

She's basically frozen in front of it. Even though she's breathing, the rise and fall of her chest are not even visible while breathing.

Inside were countless numbers of organized knives, guns, and some explosions. She literally bought those at a weaponry shop down the dark alley, two weeks after she moved in here.

Being a gang member and, actually, a leader can be depressing sometimes. You put your people first instead of yourself. Countless scars and cuts are imprinted all over your body, but that doesn't stop you from meeting death.

"SHIT JISUNG!"

 Her eyes trailed on the bloodied boy on the floor. His deep brown eyes met hers. 

Tears started to flow down his cheeks. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't because of the throbbing pain. 

Her eyes landed on his arm. His shaky arm that's slowly reaching out in her direction. A weak smile printed on his face. Then his body dropped.

Naih yelled in frustration, her hands enclosing her ears and her eyes closed as she continuously yelled.

What now? She's literally been killing since the innocent age of 7.

Flinging her knives is a normal thing to do, but why—why is it painful to see Jisung in pain because of her?

Who is Park Jisung in her life, by the way? He's basically a Neo, the leader of the unit Neo Dream, who wants nothing but to hold her until death.

Park Jisung, who's a good 180 cm tall, obviously towers over her. That Jisung, who had small, cute eyes, and disappears when he smile and laugh. That Jisung, whom she peacefully conversed with for the first time on the rooftop, Jisung, who made her wear his jacket, And that Jisung who cupped her cheeks, meeting his soft, calming eyes, radiating a comfortable energy, tried everything to calm her down.

As much as Naih wanted to go back to China, she literally can't, especially since the people now believe that she's dead. That's what Yangyang reported, so she might as well go with the flow to whatever WayV is planning. Is that WayV's plan?

Wanting to do something better rather than breakdown in front of the weapons, Naih wore a blue hoodie and sweatpants, sliding her feet to her rubber shoes, and left the room, making sure her wallet and phone were in her pocket.

Oh, my unit card, she thought, and she was about to look for it when a tired Yangyang walked in.

"Oh, where are you going?"

"Just around. I feel suffocated here." she shrugged.

"Wait, I'll go get change."

"No, Yang, stay here and guard the house. Make sure to check everything before you sleep."