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CHOI, Saeran, found dead in his family home at the age of 14. 

He’s survived by a sense of freedom; a longing for the warmth of the sun and the lull of the breeze. His brother, who had gained his wings first, would free him on days he had felt his loneliest. The sweetness of it all had left him with sticky hands as a treat he once thought far out of his reach had melted slightly within his grasp. He’d want to be remembered not by the bruises littered along his skin, nor the hard words branded into his being—but by the love that surrounded him, the care that he had extended to the ones closest around him, by the time once spent bonded to his brother. 

CHOI, Saeran, found dead in the abandoned cell at the age of 19. 

He’s survived by a lost soul, one confused and begging to be bathed in relief. He had left this world alone, where he called out for one who never answered—only an echo of his own. He would be left there, forced to obey as he once had in his youth; he would be bathed in faux relief—something blue, something new—and would be accepted to one’s heaven should he behave and do as is asked of him. He would want to be remembered not as a weakling, needing the hand of another to hold and share their warmth—but as someone renewed, born again, willing to stumble and fall so long as he walked on his own two legs rather than another’s. 

CHOI, Saeran, found dead in the garden of an unmarked location at the age of 21. 

He’s survived by a lost soul, one drenched in the light of the divine. He’s survived by a lost soul, one dripping in the shadows of the sinner. He has been saved, though it took him many years to come to terms with his passing. He has been saved, though his passing took many years to come to terms with himself. He had gone down kicking, screaming, burning up from his own passion—and from the flames dosed in a blue saviour, he has risen once more from the ashes. He would want to be remembered as a believer, a seeker of truth, someone who whole-heartedly devotes himself to his saviour and begs for the love of the ruler of his heart. He would want to be remembered as a maker, an enforcer of forgiveness, someone who whole-heartedly devotes himself to his saviour and has others beg for the love of the one who can rid them of sin. 

CHOI, Saeran “RAY”, found dead in a sealed off [ERROR] in the [REDACTED] at the age of 22. 

He’s survived by nothing, no one. He’s void of all things that make him, and replaced by something blue—something new. He had been raised from the trenches of Hell, rinsed off and molded into something useful by the divine—by his saviour. He no longer had need for the name [REDACTED], and no need for those who betrayed him, threw him away, left him abandoned. He died surrounded by the only thing he knew anymore, a soft electric hum playing about the room like a melody as he worked on [REDACTED] so his saviour could S A V [ERROR] E others—protect them, rid them of sin, like [REDACTED] had done to him. He had nothing left to do in his life but D E V O T E himself to his saviour, to [ERR O R] and beg for mercy as he would drop to his knees just for a glimpse, a shimmer, of that cleansing light or the taste of tHA T bl U[ERROR] [REBOOTING...]-- blue dream. He’d like to be remembered [ERROR] [FORGIVEN] by his devotion, by his love and care he’d put into his work and into being of use to his saviour. He’d like to be remembered by the one he had chosen [E RR oR] saved all on his own, one he wanted to hold dearly to his heart and [S A V E] from the FILTH-- [ERROR]-- the SINFUL--[ERROR]--he wanted to be rememBERED--[ERROR]-- PLEASE--[ERROR] [ERROR] [ERROR]