raid of dream (jiyoo, dreamcatcher)
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  • Reads 329
  • Votes 24
  • Parts 5
  • Time 24m
Ongoing, First published Sep 04, 2020
"Yoohyeon. You betrayed me." were the first words that escaped the ghost's mouth. It was hardly a whisper, but Yoohyeon could hear it nonetheless. The ghost's blonde hair was tainted red with blood and her pink tuille dress was splattered with the dark substance. Yoohyeon could just watch on, terrified, as the girl she once loved prepared to kill her. The ghost had a long, thin, deadly sword in her hand and pointed it at Yoohyeon, with a menacing smile.

"an interpretation of deja vu set in a dystopian future"

"dreamcatcher and red velvet"

"jiyoo, suayeon, seulrene, wenjoy" 

start: september 2020

end: ?

"hope you enjoy ⚔️ "

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