INERT | Shuntarō Chishiya

INERT | Shuntarō Chishiya

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She was still. He was silent. But something moved between them-something neither could name. In a world where survival demands brutality and logic reigns supreme, 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 remains untouched-emotionally sealed, unreadable. Once a prodigious scientist with a light that could warm galaxies, she now drifts through The Beach like a ghost, her joy buried with the death of her brother. She speaks little, smiles even less, yet radiates an inexplicable gravity that draws people near-comforted, though she offers no comfort in return. 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀, cold and calculating, sees the world as a gameboard and people as pieces. He doesn't feel-he observes. He solves. But then came Seung Yeon. A variable he can't calculate. A mind he can't decode. A silence louder than noise. He watches her from the shadows. Always one step behind, or ahead. She doesn't see it at first. Or maybe she does, and simply doesn't know what to do with someone like him-a man who never cares, yet never seems to stop showing up. They are two elements that should never react. But even noble gases can combust- when the pressure is right.
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"how does it feel to be an abandoned newly born prey? to be taken in by the predators and be raised as the opposite of your species?" "you don't know don't you? but I do" She was a reckless pawn. A little lavish filled life of one which she wasn't supposed to attain. She enjoyed those games and she feared close to none, death was only on the palm of her hands. She with the face of a docile lamb, awaiting the scythe of death. But a man away from afar, watching her wait for the train. He was in vain, a hand that saves yet a heart that gives no care. "Why bother? you've survived so long and you're just going to end it by your own accords? simply idiotic"

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