Seven members of an elite organisation and one seemingly innocent woman collide and the aftermath leaves them questioning if everything they knew was a lie.
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Flashback.
"Are you listening to me brat? What do you need to do tonight?" His mother's bloodred nails dug harshly into hisskin, dark eyes narrowed.
"Stay in my room, don't make any noise and wait for you to let me out." Jimin's voice trembled, small hands clenched into fists at his side.
He hated nights like this.
He was young but he was still aware of what is mother was, of what she did late at night under the cover of darkness.
"That's right....and don'tyouforget it." She spat, silk robe loose aroundher slight frame as she sat at her dressing table. "The thingsI do to keep you fed and clothed, sometimes I ask myself if it's even fucking worth it."
Jimin stands still, eyes on his mother's reflection as she coverstheblemishes on her tired skin.
He's heard these words before, somany times theydon'teven sting anymore.
He no longer questions why he's not worthy of his mother's love.
No longer prays at night for a way to make her love him.
He just does as he's told.
Remains invisible.
Empty and hollow.
"You look like him you know, makes me sick." Their eyes meet in the mirror.
It's the only time she ever mentions hisfather, with contempt and malice.
