[ your ■■ is 'neverending story'. ]

“ sooyoung - ah , ” my voice almost felt foreign with disuse , the effects of the sleeping pills have started to wear off , allowing me a bit more free reign in the complex. in my waves of consciousness , i had been accompanied by lee seolhwa's calculative attention , shin yoosung's worry. i especially couldn't forget han sooyoung's brash decision to adminsiter another dose of sleeping pills to me , silently cursing when i felt my legs tremble from having been forced into a bedridden state this whole time since my return. “ ... tell me about what has happened this whole time ? ” there was still time until the 46th scenario .

❝ don't take a single step out this room. what, do you think i ran out of sleeping pills ? ❞ his voice was foreign. maybe the other members sanded down the edges of their longing to survive, but for han sooyoung, the blaze of her bitter feelings was what kept her alive.

memories were the foundation of her avatar skill. as an author, she could create whole characters from scraps of ideas hastily scribbled on a sticky note.

so why — after only three years — couldn't she clearly remember kim dokja's face or his voice ? it really pissed her off. no one would ever let him participate in this scenario.

she activated [transmission] while handing kim dokja a cup of water.

❝ ... i'm sure i don't have to tell you, but it's been a long time. there's no way you can understand everything just showing up now. we've defended the complex just fine. we've gotten stronger, but so has every other incarnation. there's no time to breathe, ❞ she pauses. the real words rested on her tongue.

we've fallen apart.

she sighed.

❝ everyone is exhausted. ❞

it's incredible how easy it is to erase her love for this ugly squid. she burns away the ice with her black flames & crashes into kim dokja with her wet, cold back.