Chapter 1: Strange People (1)
It felt refreshing, like a good night’s sleep. He liked the feel of the blanket, giving him a false sense of comfort and security––the feeling of wanting to stay in bed all day.
A subtle and sweet fragrance permeated the air and turned his mood to sweet delight. Will he feel this way if he were in heaven? Sighing, his whole body melts away in pleasant languor. Everything on his skin feels warm and he finds himself having trouble opening his eyelids.
All he wants… Is to sleep… Forever…
He pulls the fluffy blanket right under his face and sigh. “Hahh….”
He gets up, the blanket covering him still. He had no other company but his own. It’s a lonely life. Speaking of which, the alarm didn’t go off, so here he is, sitting still and lethargic.
He knows he’s late for work, and soon, the director’s image enters his mind. He sees his abusive mouth nagging at him one after another.
“Sigh…” Rubbing his eyes, the haziness disappears and his vision returns to normal. Then, his mouth widens as he finds himself sitting on a luxurious bed. The view knocks him off guard and he paused for a moment of breath.
The room is spacious, decor full of luxury. Even it’s mere sight alone makes him tremble. Looking up, he sees a gourd of a mysterious creature hanging on the wall.
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The window between the curtains is huge like he’s looking at a gate––a big cathedral gate in Europe. Across the bed is a giant TV set made of ultimate luxury materials. He only knows because he’s read about it once in a news article. If he’s not wrong, the price should be around 40 million won.
This… This is not his studio apartment. It’s not his five–pyeon studio he owns that’s filled with mold and moist dampness.
T/N: A pyeong (abbreviation py) is a Korean unit of area and floor space, equal to a square kan or 36 square Korean feet.
“Where am I…?” He can’t understand what’s going on, but then, he suddenly remembers the last memory he had. “Kidnapped…? A hidden camera…? What the hell…?”
His mind aches. The memory pains him… Flames… It covered the place a. It’s a memory, his memory, but it feels like a dream.
Thinking so, he looks down then sighs in relief.
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【I was covered in fire… but I’m not wounded. No scars, no burnt flesh. Thank goodness. But… that pain was too vivid for a dream…】
He leans back and sighs relievingly only to find his back damp with cold sweat. If he were too dream of that dream again, he never wanted to fall asleep.
“You’re not going to be able to work like this, are you?” He laughs miserly.
【Aren’t I a slave to that company? Was it because I fell into a state of comfort? Did I like it? Did I like being ordered around?】
It was ridiculous. He’ll get fired if he’s not there, but surprisingly, he had no fear.
He looks up at the wall again. The antique clock shows the time. It’s past 2 P.M. The craft of the clock is of fine quality; nude angels embossed in cleanliness.
He shook his head. The first thing is to grasp the situation around him. He quickly gets out of bed and puts on the slippers lying neatly on the floor.
【Huh, even the indoor slippers are of a luxury item. They’re an expensive brand too.】
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【My monthly salary is…】
He almost fainted to death recalling his salary. What happened to him to cause himself to behave like this? He’s sure he had spent all his entire life savings in one night!
Knock!
He staggers back, slightly surprised by the sudden knock on the door. Not sure what to do, he stays still.
“I’m coming in.”
It’s the voice of a lovely woman. It’s soft and small but he could feel the power inside.
The door opens with a powerful sound. It feels like it could fall off at any moment.
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A stunning beauty appears. She’s dressed in a black regal suit, but it feels like he’s looking at a soldier instead because she’s holding a cold impassive look.
She looks at him with a slight surprise but quickly shakes her head. “I’ve brought you porridge and clothes. I need you to leave in an hour. Get ready.”
“…..”
With that, she places the porridge, fruit, and an unidentified drink on the table. It’s a bizarre blue beverage. He had never seen anything like it.
And because he doesn’t know how to react, he stands still.
“Well?” Her eyebrow raises up seeing him like this. “If you’re going to stay like that, you better start moving fast.”
She knows him.
But he doesn’t know her.
Yet, she’s familiar. The kind of familiar where you haven’t seen your best friend for many years let alone meet him.
“Well?
He nods carefully and speaks out, thinking it might be better to answer. “Ah… yes…”
“What?”
“Um… yes… I see…”
Did he answer wrong?
Chapter 1: Strange People (1)
It felt refreshing, like a good night’s sleep. He liked the feel of the blanket, giving him a false sense of comfort and security––the feeling of wanting to stay in bed all day.
A subtle and sweet fragrance permeated the air and turned his mood to sweet delight. Will he feel this way if he were in heaven? Sighing, his whole body melts away in pleasant languor. Everything on his skin feels warm and he finds himself having trouble opening his eyelids.
All he wants… Is to sleep… Forever…
He pulls the fluffy blanket right under his face and sigh. “Hahh….”
He gets up, the blanket covering him still. He had no other company but his own. It’s a lonely life. Speaking of which, the alarm didn’t go off, so here he is, sitting still and lethargic.
He knows he’s late for work, and soon, the director’s image enters his mind. He sees his abusive mouth nagging at him one after another.
“Sigh…” Rubbing his eyes, the haziness disappears and his vision returns to normal. Then, his mouth widens as he finds himself sitting on a luxurious bed. The view knocks him off guard and he paused for a moment of breath.
The room is spacious, decor full of luxury. Even it’s mere sight alone makes him tremble. Looking up, he sees a gourd of a mysterious creature hanging on the wall.
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The window between the curtains is huge like he’s looking at a gate––a big cathedral gate in Europe. Across the bed is a giant TV set made of ultimate luxury materials. He only knows because he’s read about it once in a news article. If he’s not wrong, the price should be around 40 million won.
This… This is not his studio apartment. It’s not his five–pyeon studio he owns that’s filled with mold and moist dampness.
T/N: A pyeong (abbreviation py) is a Korean unit of area and floor space, equal to a square kan or 36 square Korean feet.
“Where am I…?” He can’t understand what’s going on, but then, he suddenly remembers the last memory he had. “Kidnapped…? A hidden camera…? What the hell…?”
His mind aches. The memory pains him… Flames… It covered the place a. It’s a memory, his memory, but it feels like a dream.
Thinking so, he looks down then sighs in relief.
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【I was covered in fire… but I’m not wounded. No scars, no burnt flesh. Thank goodness. But… that pain was too vivid for a dream…】
He leans back and sighs relievingly only to find his back damp with cold sweat. If he were too dream of that dream again, he never wanted to fall asleep.
“You’re not going to be able to work like this, are you?” He laughs miserly.
【Aren’t I a slave to that company? Was it because I fell into a state of comfort? Did I like it? Did I like being ordered around?】
It was ridiculous. He’ll get fired if he’s not there, but surprisingly, he had no fear.
He looks up at the wall again. The antique clock shows the time. It’s past 2 P.M. The craft of the clock is of fine quality; nude angels embossed in cleanliness.
He shook his head. The first thing is to grasp the situation around him. He quickly gets out of bed and puts on the slippers lying neatly on the floor.
【Huh, even the indoor slippers are of a luxury item. They’re an expensive brand too.】
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【My monthly salary is…】
He almost fainted to death recalling his salary. What happened to him to cause himself to behave like this? He’s sure he had spent all his entire life savings in one night!
Knock!
He staggers back, slightly surprised by the sudden knock on the door. Not sure what to do, he stays still.
“I’m coming in.”
It’s the voice of a lovely woman. It’s soft and small but he could feel the power inside.
The door opens with a powerful sound. It feels like it could fall off at any moment.
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A stunning beauty appears. She’s dressed in a black regal suit, but it feels like he’s looking at a soldier instead because she’s holding a cold impassive look.
She looks at him with a slight surprise but quickly shakes her head. “I’ve brought you porridge and clothes. I need you to leave in an hour. Get ready.”
“…..”
With that, she places the porridge, fruit, and an unidentified drink on the table. It’s a bizarre blue beverage. He had never seen anything like it.
And because he doesn’t know how to react, he stands still.
“Well?” Her eyebrow raises up seeing him like this. “If you’re going to stay like that, you better start moving fast.”
She knows him.
But he doesn’t know her.
Yet, she’s familiar. The kind of familiar where you haven’t seen your best friend for many years let alone meet him.
“Well?
He nods carefully and speaks out, thinking it might be better to answer. “Ah… yes…”
“What?”
“Um… yes… I see…”
Did he answer wrong?
