jongin’s room

Sweat.

He woke up from another nightmare. A being who used to save ended up killing another being. Was it really for the sake of ‘an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’ it was his selfish desire, a vengeance over the death of his dearest sister? He sat on his bed, somewhat a thin mattress but comfortable enough to sleep in. No one can be too picky when a literal apocalypse loomed over the entire world. He was grateful enough that this camp was willing to take him in despite his suspicious appearance at dusk on that one day he wished to forget the most.

The day he took over a reaper job, albeit temporarily the effect was set to be eternal.

No matter how hard he tried to move on, he couldn’t. What if someone else got a hold of his secret and decided to kick him away from this shelter? What if that person’s family also sheltered in this place and decided to get revenge just like what he did?

Jongin did not have the answer.