"It's useless for you to cover up. I know that you have met someone behind my back," Fallen snapped.
 
Regen swallowed his saliva. It was useless to cover things up behind Fallen's back. In the end, that person always got it right.
 
"I don't want to tell you. For once, the answer seems very clear: I don't want to let my mouth speak for you!" Regen refused firmly.
 
Fallen's eyebrows raised on one side. Her facial expression seemed to change as if she were mocking. "Is that the answer a fool like you can give? That's a typical fool's answer." Fallen was slightly provoked, uncharacteristically showing her sensitive side.
 
"Are you offended?" Regen himself could hardly believe it, seeing Fallen acting uncharacteristically. He suspected that there was something that the man wanted to know.
 
"I know, it must be hard to get everything done easily when dealing with someone like you. But this is the truth. Ah, then let's take a look at hell together," said Fallen with a wide smile that looked a little ghastly.
 
Bastard! He is that horrible, Regen said in his heart.
 
***
 
My days have been so horrible lately. I believe that all these misfortunes and nightmares come from that crazy man who offered me that strange job. Ever since I dealt with that freak, my life has been a mess. Nightmares came to me frequently, and strangers started appearing randomly.
 
I felt like I was playing into someone's game plan. It felt like someone was trying to make me the main character in a story they were making up. I didn't know who that person was, but if I ever found out, I'd make sure to make that person recognize the name true trauma. I swear I'll send him to a mental hospital to make him go crazy and lose his mind.
 
Nightmares related to my parents also appeared more and more often. Even though I tried to forget it, there was no point in thinking about the past. After all, the woman who gave birth to me will never recover. She will never be sane and will forever live in delusion. She will never be able to see reality with her own eyes.
 
Even so, many problems often mess with my mind. I had dreams about black shadows, but I didn't know where they came from. They always managed to give me goosebumps when I remembered them accidentally. Horrible... so horrible, just hearing its voice is like hearing the song of a demon.
 
And another one—a dream about a man who looked so much like me. I couldn't recognize him very well. But strangely, I felt as if I were indirectly connected to this imaginary person. I had never seen him anywhere before, nor had I ever recognized him before. Why had she suddenly appeared in my life? It was as if she were a doppelganger trying to get into my life. Doesn't all this point to a bad omen?
 
Ah, thinking about all this just makes my head look like a dog. Wouldn't it be better to pretend not to know any of this? Letting it all become a false reality as if it never happened in life. This was obvious, and it was obvious that I should run away, not face it, because even if I faced it, I'd never get anything.
 
A coward is the most obvious label for someone like me. I wear that label in the form of a headband, and people out there can see it. I don't need any defense for all the misfortune I've received. Because when I have a misfortune and someone tries to help me, it makes me feel sick and sad. I don't want to be given pity with a look in my eyes that implies I can't do anything. Even in the face of a problem in my own life.
 
***
 
The yakizakana given to me by Aunt Jangdam, who owns a small restaurant near my college, tasted so good. It's unusual for such a beautiful widow to give me food for free. She seemed to be in a good mood lately, as every time I ate at her restaurant, I always got a bonus to take home.
 
After finishing my lunch, I decided to go to Sanghe's house. It seemed like the playboy wanted to offer me a lucrative project. I thought it would be good enough to add to my dwindling savings.
 
On the way to Sanghe's house, I felt like I was being watched by someone. I felt so uneasy, even though I tried not to show my fear. Still, there was an anxiety that I couldn't mask.
 
"It's useless for you to cover up. I know that you have met someone behind my back," Fallen snapped.
 
Regen swallowed his saliva. It was useless to cover things up behind Fallen's back. In the end, that person always got it right.
 
"I don't want to tell you. For once, the answer seems very clear: I don't want to let my mouth speak for you!" Regen refused firmly.
 
Fallen's eyebrows raised on one side. Her facial expression seemed to change as if she were mocking. "Is that the answer a fool like you can give? That's a typical fool's answer." Fallen was slightly provoked, uncharacteristically showing her sensitive side.
 
"Are you offended?" Regen himself could hardly believe it, seeing Fallen acting uncharacteristically. He suspected that there was something that the man wanted to know.
 
"I know, it must be hard to get everything done easily when dealing with someone like you. But this is the truth. Ah, then let's take a look at hell together," said Fallen with a wide smile that looked a little ghastly.
 
Bastard! He is that horrible, Regen said in his heart.
 
***
 
My days have been so horrible lately. I believe that all these misfortunes and nightmares come from that crazy man who offered me that strange job. Ever since I dealt with that freak, my life has been a mess. Nightmares came to me frequently, and strangers started appearing randomly.
 
I felt like I was playing into someone's game plan. It felt like someone was trying to make me the main character in a story they were making up. I didn't know who that person was, but if I ever found out, I'd make sure to make that person recognize the name true trauma. I swear I'll send him to a mental hospital to make him go crazy and lose his mind.
 
Nightmares related to my parents also appeared more and more often. Even though I tried to forget it, there was no point in thinking about the past. After all, the woman who gave birth to me will never recover. She will never be sane and will forever live in delusion. She will never be able to see reality with her own eyes.
 
Even so, many problems often mess with my mind. I had dreams about black shadows, but I didn't know where they came from. They always managed to give me goosebumps when I remembered them accidentally. Horrible... so horrible, just hearing its voice is like hearing the song of a demon.
 
And another one—a dream about a man who looked so much like me. I couldn't recognize him very well. But strangely, I felt as if I were indirectly connected to this imaginary person. I had never seen him anywhere before, nor had I ever recognized him before. Why had she suddenly appeared in my life? It was as if she were a doppelganger trying to get into my life. Doesn't all this point to a bad omen?
 
Ah, thinking about all this just makes my head look like a dog. Wouldn't it be better to pretend not to know any of this? Letting it all become a false reality as if it never happened in life. This was obvious, and it was obvious that I should run away, not face it, because even if I faced it, I'd never get anything.
 
A coward is the most obvious label for someone like me. I wear that label in the form of a headband, and people out there can see it. I don't need any defense for all the misfortune I've received. Because when I have a misfortune and someone tries to help me, it makes me feel sick and sad. I don't want to be given pity with a look in my eyes that implies I can't do anything. Even in the face of a problem in my own life.
 
***
 
The yakizakana given to me by Aunt Jangdam, who owns a small restaurant near my college, tasted so good. It's unusual for such a beautiful widow to give me food for free. She seemed to be in a good mood lately, as every time I ate at her restaurant, I always got a bonus to take home.
 
After finishing my lunch, I decided to go to Sanghe's house. It seemed like the playboy wanted to offer me a lucrative project. I thought it would be good enough to add to my dwindling savings.
 
On the way to Sanghe's house, I felt like I was being watched by someone. I felt so uneasy, even though I tried not to show my fear. Still, there was an anxiety that I couldn't mask.
 
This bastard is so horrible! I'm really scared as hell. Even though I'm a man, this still feels scary to me. It felt as if there was a monster standing behind me, ready to pounce on me.
 
The more I tried to ignore him, the more terrorized I felt. I had goosebumps. I was afraid something bad was going to happen to me. For a moment, my mind felt so dark that it made me lose my way again.
 
I could feel someone suddenly touching my shoulder. But I didn't want to try to see that person. I was too scared to be sure who it was. I tried to ignore it, but my fear was getting the better of me.
 
"If the devil is scaring you, why don't you try turning your head to confirm it for a moment?" An unfamiliar voice whispered in my ear.
 
My heart was beating like crazy, and my breathing was so heavy and hard to take. I felt scared.
 
The hand that touched my shoulder now feels like it's spreading to other parts of my body. It's so scary; I try to push it away, but my hand won't move. I can't let this demon bitch touch my body.
 
"SAERAN, wake up!" someone shouted in my ear this time.
 
Hearing that shout almost made me bounce. The voice that woke me up from this fear was completely different from before. If the previous one felt so smooth, seductive, and terrifying, this one was exactly the opposite.
 
"Nakamori, what are you doing here?" I was really surprised to find the Japanese girl in front of my eyes.
 
Nakamori frowned. Her face looked annoyed, but her eyes were glaring at me. "You were acting like a lunatic earlier; how could I, not panic, seeing you acting so faceless in the middle of the street?" Although she looked annoyed at me, she was worried about me.
 
"Oh... uh. I don't know about that problem either. I'm having a hard time explaining my situation to you myself." I find it difficult to explain it to Nakamori. Regarding this state of mind, I was shocked to the point of being unaware of the strange behavior I had brought upon myself. Was this some kind of mental disorder?
 
"I don't understand you. But you're still worrying," the girl said with a flat face. Her facial expression often didn't match her mood.