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im jinah.

to jinwoo, with love.

My dear brother,

I am unsure how to articulate what I wish to tell you. It has been quite a while since we have seen each other and during all those years, a lot has changed. I have done some growing up as I am sure you have too. I no longer struggle to speak in the presence of others, though I do not think I will ever be as voluble as you. I would like to think that if father could see me, he would be proud, but in retrospect, I cannot envisage him ever entertaining any kind of positive feeling towards me. Still, I think that he at least would be stunned.

I wish I could visit you again, for I miss you greatly. Sadly, circumstances that I cannot explain prevent me from doing so.

Just know that I am well and that there is nothing that should be subject to your worry. I beg you, do not try looking for me; all your efforts would be wasted.

I love you, now and forever.

Your big sister, Nana 

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basic information.

  • Nickname: Nana
  • Date of Birth: September 14, 1921
  • Zodiac Sign: Virgo/Rooster
  • Place of Birth: Paris, France
  • Current Residence: Arcani Heights
  • Occupation: Merchandise coordinator of the Blood Bank
  • Spoken Languages: French, English, Korean
  • ual Orientation: Biual
  • Romantic Orientation: Greyromantic
  • Relationship Status: Alone

appearance notes.

  • Height: 171cm
  • Weight: 50kg
  • Hair Color: Light brown (dyed), black (natural)
  • Eye Color: Hazel
  • Piercings: Two lobe piercings
  • Scars: None
  • Tattoos: Wilted rose on her left ribs, tiny double J initials on her right wrist
  • Clothing Style: All black or all white
how far they've come. (TW : child abuse)
their history.

chapter one - 1927

Echoes of gleeful laughter reverberate through the empty room, accompanied by the sound of splashing water. Colorful silhouettes dance through the window, blurred by the layer of wetness covering the glass. Her eyes flutter closed, a single tear gliding down her cheek. Distantly, she can hear the front door opening then slamming shut, followed by urgent footsteps getting closer and closer.

Why are you like this? Just speak out! Is it that hard to greet your father? Look at your brother, why can't you be like him?

Tears are flowing now, dripping off her chin, wet splotches forming on the oak floorboards at her feet. The hits stopped hurting a while ago; all she feels is numb.


Trembling lips part in a final attempt to ask for forgiveness but no matter how hard she tries, the words are stuck in , refusing to come out. What she lets out, instead, is a small, barely audible whimper. It’s not enough. The hand comes swinging again.

chapter two - 1933

Once the lulling rumble of the engine comes to a stop, the sun has set. Slowly, she opens her eyes and looks out the window, fatigue weighting her eyelids down. Out in the countryside, away from the busy streets of the city, the night is dark and silent.

The car’s headlights flicker off, only leaving the soft glow of the moonlight to illumine the lone building in front of them, the two stories stone façade standing tall amid the desolate fields. There it is, carved in imposing roman style letters above a series of wood framed windows. Pensionnat Sainte-Marie. The name has a bitter ring to it. It reminds her of barely concealed whispers of I cannot deal with her anymore. Of the sad, resigned guise of her mother.  Of the tearful farewell and her brother’s smaller body shaking in her embrace. 

Warm light flows out as the ebony door of the manor creaks open, revealing a feminine silhouette. 

“Get out.”

It’s always the same sharp, demanding tone.

Albeit reluctantly, she reaches for her luggage at the back of the vehicle and pulls herself out, trudging towards the doorway where her father is already exchanging words with the mysterious woman. Calm gaze falls upon her, sending a shiver down her spine. Her lips stretch in a small, polite smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Go on.”

No glance spared her way.

With hesitant steps, she moves to stand next to the woman, heart thundering in her chest, clammy hands gripping the leather handle of her bag.  For a second, her father seems to hesitate, uncertainty flashing over his features before he turns on his heels, his retreating back slowly growing further away.

The silence is broken by a soft voice.

Bienvenue, Jinah.”

The hand that comes to rest on her shoulder is warm and comforting, yet she can’t help but jerk away from the touch.

chapter three  - 1938

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the light of their life.
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