Hyunji has been busy scribbling on her book all this time. Swearing, cursing, insults, all she vented on that book with a black cover. Actually, it was just an ordinary book, but she named it the Death Note—a death book for herself.
One hand gripped the pen, and the other gripped her hair tightly. Her hair has been a mess ever since. She looks restless. Her eyes trembled. Frustration was clearly evident on her face which was filled with traces of tears.
The writings in her book seemed to appear and transform into humans before her. They kept saying things she didn't want to hear, she didn't want to remember, all the nightmares she wanted to erase.
Dead, those words kept echoing in her head.
So, without hesitation, Hyunji raised the pen in her hand, was about to stick the tip into her own neck, but stopped when her ears heard the commotion outside.
