Life isn't about whether it's fair or unfair. to soojin, it's all about how hardworking you are. put in the effort and you'll get what you deserve. destiny? fate? they're all synonyms of bull. where your life heads is solely determined by your own choice of actions and decisions.

soojin didn't choose to grow up with a single father, didn't choose to lose her mother in an accident. didn't choose to have her mother's death to be left unjust, but what was a child supposed to do then? her dad, once a man deemed with respect, spiraled into a dark pit of disaster, fused with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes. she saw what no effort led to. saw the way her mother's murderer walked away without an ounce of regret; a free man till today because of money. how the  lack of effort from one person, the man supposedly defending her poor mother's soul, affected many others. and she knew, then and there, the power of change was in the palm of our hands.

she was stubborn in nature, unshaken, not willing to cave into empty promises but rather work for materialistic pleasures. although her initial goal was to serve others, in hopes of bringing them justice, in the world of cruelty and immorality, she eventually crumbled and turned towards the idea of wealth and fame over sincerity. her job wasn't to prosecute those who wronged, it was to convince. no matter if it took on the form of truth, evidence, or lies, she had one objective and only one: to win the case.

it started off rough, her own ethics and morals clashing with one another when coming upon cases where the answer was clear: her client was guilty. but soojin was a witty woman, strings of manipulation laid upon her fingertips, sharp tongue that enjoyed drawing off the vulnerability and insecurities of others. she was the devil's advocate. eventually, her heart froze off from the idea of compassion and sympathy. why would she focus on such pathetic emotions when bundles of money laid upon her lap? money that led people to the freedom they didn't deserve. or did they? after all, they did work for it. just like she worked for hers.

it was another one of those nights, where she stayed up flipping through folders to collect evidence for her current client. eye bags adorned her countenance, and she swore the case would be close to impossible to win. even the weather outside seemed to mirror the sullen groan that left her lips. she wanted to give up. she would have given up if it hadn't been for the sudden light that pierced through ominous clouds. she dashed upon her feet to tuck herself beneath the compartment of a table. was this the end? maybe she didn't need to give up, as the world was giving up for her. and she waited. waited for the plethora of light to strike through her roof and burn the house down. but. . . it never came. it continued the whole night through until the peak of dawn. nothing. the next morning was hoarded with news of the phenomenon, theories plaguing the internet. it was amusing to say the least. angels, sure, it was an adorable notion to think of, for those who are hopeful and wished upon stars. but that wasn't her. instead she was drawn to the ideas of the devil. if they really exist, if they really do roam among the crowds of mortals, well, soojin would be immensely intrigued to meet one. to tell them,

hey, thank you for numbing me to the sins i've committed. it's given me tons of money.

 

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