Limma felt very strange when Yun came home.
It was as if pieces of his soul had been lost, but the empty corpse standing in front of him.
There was not a speck of that beautiful blue, it had lost its light and was met with black, lightless eyes like a black hole.
Changed.
He has changed.
He couldn't help himself from being afraid.
She wants to stay away from him if possible, this madman...
But without even paying attention to him, he quietly retreated to his room.
Even his steps were heavy, giving the impression of carrying mountains on his shoulders.
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"Release the mission!"
[Sir, I think you should get some rest]
What the hell! Completed 7 missions in a row like unemployed in one night!
The one-word "mission" easily silenced the system. The system, which realized that it could not cope with its stubbornness, surrendered unhappily.
Exhausted, he started Mission 21 as night long passed.
Maybe it was to deal with a job madly, to get rid of his boredom in a way...
[Quest/21:Completed]
It's good to be drunk from what you've heard. You forget everything, and you relax. It's great not knowing who you are, if only for a moment.
Will try it next time she goes to the bar.
Even if he hates the smell.
He must destroy this suffocation within him, or he will destroy it.
The day was born.
He got ready and went out. He was distracted even while carrying out his daily routine.
He was so distracted that he paused for a moment and asked, "Where am I?" It was already night and he was in front of the bar when he was questioned.
He had a good time at the cafe business today as well.
For the first time, he felt awkward walking into the bar.
The saying, "If your point of view changes, so does what you look at" was true.
He had always come with a sense of duty and had come to what he had seen as troublesome, now out of necessity.
And now, everything is the same but something has changed.
As he stood silently in front of the depression room, he encountered several people entering.
Upon entering, he discovered that surprisingly this place was also popular.
Quiet popularity.
He went to a corner and sat down.
He glanced at the bottles on the table, which he could not even read properly.
She wants to cry.
He wants to drink...
He wants to start a fight.
Although reckless, he had a firm sense of responsibility where appropriate.
And now his sense of duty kept him away from these things.
He works and cannot drink.
He stretched his body, sinking into the sofa, and looked around. Drunk...
People who act the way they want, those who laugh and cry for no reason...
He was envious.
For the first time in his life, he wanted to be a part of this silly image.
Music makes your soul ache even more.
She resisted the urge to destroy everything.
It's true, it's been a long time since I've been this depressed. Unknowingly, he grabbed the piece that had been handed to him by the one next.
Cigarette.
When he took it in his mouth, the man lit it for him.
The smoke instantly blurred his vision even more.
He is drinking for the first time.
When he ignorantly inhaled with a momentary force, he broke into a coughing fit.
Tears were in her eyes, but she did not cry.
He sighed once more, feeling that the pain was making him even more awake.
It was the first time the pain was this sweet for him.
Normally he hates cigarettes.
But he felt the soothing effect. The nicotine coursing through your veins and that heavy feeling...
When the hazy eyes focused on the ground, he realized that he had already thrown the 4th butt on the ground.
When people dive, time goes by fast.
When the work was finished, he entered the 24-hour market and did not neglect to buy a few packs of cigarettes.
It was attributed to this calming effect in one go.
And by the time we got to the front of the house, a package was already half-opened.
Disgusted by the taste in his mouth, he poured the water on his head.
He threw the finished bottle into a corner.
Night.
Quiet and dark.
The streets are narrow, the sky is filled with clouds that seem to be descending, and the surroundings are quiet.
Alone.
It was the first time he felt it down to his bones.
-To be continued-