"I think everybody's here-!"
The mask of the person who stood up, resembling a long-nosed bald ibis, drew attention first, followed by the sound of a crow.
He greeted with both hands open to the sides as if embracing.
"Welcome!"
Smiling until her eyes squint...
The war started.
***
There was a situation at the exit of the room where everyone left with upright bodies but collapsed souls. That a single word has ten meanings, you have to pay attention to what comes out of your mouth. This is the battlefield, where even the winner sacrifices something.
Like the colors on the chessboard, the room where white and black coexist with good and evil. In fact, everyone was good, the bad ones were just the ones who started the war, not the gun dealers. They were the ones who smoked the drugs, not the ones who traded them. He was the organizer of offensive actions, not the one selling bombs. They actually didn't exist. Yes, there wasn't. Those who existed were the ones who started the war, the grays lost in the war of the good and the bad.
And they will never exist.
After a difficult conversation, power struggle, trying each other and all the games, we went to the large space to relax a little. The public, private areas were abandoned.
Without a doubt, the first to relax would lose.
And being cautious and open about himself.
"War is won at the table, not on the field."
The square was abandoned.
Seats settled, women and barmaids/bartenders, enthusiastic singing...
Typical entertainment environment.
And where the majority are looking for a one night stand.
"ohoo, new fun started today!" The crowd and the voices, the shouting and the whistles...
A body tied to a pole on stage, with a sack over its head.
When the sack was pulled, the delicate face was revealed, making people enthusiastic. "Tonight is going to be pretty exciting!"
The bar's menu for tonight!
"Nan-Ren…" Yun's pupils narrowed.
This was no coincidence or luck, the system was aware of Nanren's condition. But instead of saying that, he infiltrated the group and manipulated their messages. The place was changed from another place to this place.
If Nanren persevered, his savior would catch up, like the movie scene. Well, it's cliche, but it's a good memory.
Unfortunately, sometimes things just don't work out...
When Nanren opened his eyes, he heard the muffled and shouting meaningless interludes first. Then the dark setting is illuminated with bright neon lights, with ominously smiling eyes focused on it.
on stage.
His hands were tied, he did not have the energy to act as the effect of the medicine given did not wear off.
Her eyes trembled with fear, her timid and cautious appearance attracting people's attention even more.
He bent his head to her...
What would it be?
While he was living with his uncle, his face was targeted repeatedly by people in a hideous way, as he was even getting attention in his street life. Barely escaping from the few events that had happened, he could not go out without a mask or his face covered in mud and dirt enough to make him look poorer, he was afraid, weak, and this was his method of self-preservation.
So what will he do now?
He was afraid.
Even the noise couldn't hide the harsh beating of his heart, his stomach was queasy and his head was spinning. She desperately wanted to struggle with the handcuffs tied to her hand, but it was impossible because of the medicine.
Was this the end?
Nanren was in despair, let alone being able to continue filming after being humiliated here...no the movie wasn't even important.
A shudder and crazy thoughts were swirling through her, when she felt a 'mate' for Thaini for the first time.
As the light hit a mask, his eyes recognized that person. His messy white hair, sharp red eyes, and shimmering silver mask.
It was as if all his fuss had disappeared in an instant, and he had found peace.
The person he trusted, who enthroned his heart, looked like a succubus tonight.
He must have gone mad, in that case he was growing up with her appearance.
But that person, Yun, who doesn't let his family down even if he doesn't have an iota of feelings, who resembles authority with his every move, who makes his heart crazy and uneasy because he acts with logic...
Even its very existence is a monument of trust.
"Let the fun begin!"
His eyes trembled, Nanren never taking his eyes off Yun.
Didn't she recognize him?
No, even if they lynched him, they hadn't touched his face.
"1000 Hans!"
"2000!"
"3000!"
"5000!"
"Isn't there another increaser?"
"5000! Hans! First fun goes to this client!"
Excitement and loud applause broke out when his jacket was removed, while the only person in his eyes watched without moving.
In that moment, restlessness filled his body again from head to toe.
Could she really not know him? No no...
Or...
Was the time he spent with her as Ren too low to be worth anything to him?
It was as if something was falling apart, accompanied by strange sensations.
Means...
It had no value.
"For 10,000 Hans! Combed cotton!"
Nanren, breathing faster with each step, saw the full table behind him for a moment.
Various instruments of torture.
In this case, it was no different from the title of slave.
His fear had skyrocketed several levels. No longer holding her back when trust was lost, she called out to Nanren Yun's direction.
"Mine! Nanren!" His voice was shaking. What kind of environment had he fallen into? Was it a nightmare?
At that moment, various cunning eyes swept towards Yun.
"1 million for his mouth," Yun said calmly, waving the red wine in his hand.
Nanren froze as he was gagged tightly and with brute force.
When he thought, "There must be a reason," he was already in despair.
And she never took her eyes off that person.
"250,000 leather collars!"
"10,000 cat ears!"
As time passed, his eyes grew darker and darker in despair. When Yun finally moved, that last flash of light was faintly burned…
She walked forward with her back turned, ignoring him. Was he moving his lip?
Nanren broke down when he read his lip, realizing to himself that his murmur was only one word.
"Sorry..?"
"400,000 eyes!"
When he was blindfolded with a leather cloth, the whole place was covered with darkness, causing him to be unable to see his detached back.
This is Valssey, the center of prostitution.
-To be continued-