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[ Some time after execution, Joonghyuk can be found wherever wrapping up his forearm in bandages. Niah seems to also be licking a similar wound. The wolf daemon bumps into the shard and unfortunately a memory plays.
At least we can leave this place soon.
Your name is Yoo Joonghyuk. You are twenty-eight, a professional Esports player, and you're on your way to pick up your younger sister, Yoo Mia. It is busy on the subway, as it always is in Seoul. You're used to it and keep your eyes on your smartphone... Looking up the report the private investigator you hired has finally sent you. Your heart stills, shudders, and there's unease and anticipation as you stare at the file.He sighs. ]
You have always wondered why you can't remember anything before twenty-eight. No memories of parents. No memories of childhood. Nothing. It's as if your life began at this age, as if your life started as an adult.
You have always wondered why someone randomly gave you an Esports job despite not having that much experience before. You have always wondered why you're good at it. You have always wondered how an infant, your little sister Yoo Mia, appeared at your doorsteps with a note claiming she's your sister. Everything about your life fell into place like written script. Some things aren't needed in a backstory and that is the only way you can possibly digest how strange it all is.
But you want clear answers.
Finally, you open the report and the investigator's results validated the disquiet. Your parents—if you had any—cannot be found. They might not even exist.
What is this? What is happening? How is this possible?
What are you? Who are you?
At least we can leave this place soon.
[Oh.
Well.
That is... kind of relatable.
Monika did not mean to poke into his business, or even intrude upon that memory — but she's here now. And it's kind of socially awkward to keep walking without saying anything.]
Ah... Joonghyuk? [Hello? Sir? Your arms...? Pygmalion trots into the room after her, currently in his fox form.] Are you alright?
[Unfortunately, daemons are gonna do what daemons do — and Pygmalion steps on a memory shard as he follows Monika. A memory plays.]
Well.
That is... kind of relatable.
Monika did not mean to poke into his business, or even intrude upon that memory — but she's here now. And it's kind of socially awkward to keep walking without saying anything.]
Ah... Joonghyuk? [Hello? Sir? Your arms...? Pygmalion trots into the room after her, currently in his fox form.] Are you alright?
[Unfortunately, daemons are gonna do what daemons do — and Pygmalion steps on a memory shard as he follows Monika. A memory plays.]
[ Relatable, right... Joonghyuk is pulled into the memory and squints. He would have thought she was stuck in some strange world, but there's something about the feel and the small tidbits he could hear despite the music. ]
I'm fine. [ ... ] Are you a fictional character?
I'm fine. [ ... ] Are you a fictional character?
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