Please do it.
Ignore Sentinel sentences Haejoo to one year in prison.
As the meeting drew to a close, a cold metal bracelet wrapped around the female protagonist's wrist. Those eyes, empty of anything. Like watercolors mixed with unknown colors, their eyes were murky. "Tsk." A cheerful sound effect accompanied the tingling sensation in her wrist. Specially designed handcuffs designed to prevent Sentinels from running wild and resisting. What I'd only observed from afar, now felt like they were actually being fastened to my wrist.
...I really felt abandoned.
As she walked further and further from the conference room, Yeoju's head tilted, her gaze turned to the ground. She wanted to forget reality. She didn't want to think about anything anymore. Abandoned, imprisoned. She lost the confidence to listen to the cold criticism directed at her.
I lost that proud attitude.
The center was lost.
A cold, lonely space, illuminated by a single light. The view outside the holographic shield was not much different from the place where the female protagonist was trapped. Empty and hollow. Although it was clearly smaller than her dorm room, it felt remarkably spacious.
Thin. A word that perfectly describes the heroine. Despite the food piled in the corners, there was no trace of food anywhere.
"...."
Like this,
"...if I die."
Who will be sad for me?
Mom. Dad. I mean, I wanted to be a good person to everyone, just like Mom and Dad. Just like how we, who weren't related by blood, relied on each other. I wanted to help people I didn't even know. But now that I think about it, maybe it was just my greed.
If you try to help everyone, you'll end up losing everything.
I should have been a little less greedy.
A face she especially wanted to see today. Yeoju sobbed. Without a single tear, she buried her head in her throat, sobbing.
"...Why are you crying?"
"...."
"...what did you do well?"
"Jungkook, Jungkook."
A sad face. A wounded voice. Jungkook, who had been slowly and steadily walking toward the female lead, stopped just two steps away.
"What did my sister say when she first met me?"
"...."
"If you cry, nothing good will come of it."
"...."
"Don't shed any tears because of the anti-government sentiment."
"jungkook,"
"Then why are the anti-government groups crying because of the center?"
"...."
A confident voice. The heroine's breath caught in her throat. Sitting on the other side of the hologram, the heroine trembled under Jeongguk's eyes, filled with betrayal.
"I saw the future."
"...."
"And then there."
"...."
"There...."
"Jungkook,"
"...in an anti-government den."
"...."
My sister was smiling brightly.
Thud. The heroine's two palms slammed against the shield. She pounded against it, breathing heavily. Her head shook violently, tears streaming down her face as she continued speaking.
"How far did you get? Our team information."
"Oh, no."
"How far do you plan to take our team?"
"Jungkook,"
"How bad can it get?"
As the female protagonist lowered her head in silence, he gestured toward his neck with a dejected expression. Immediately, a trickle of red blood fell, and the necklace snapped, crashing to the floor. Discovering the liquid on the floor, the female protagonist jerked her head up in surprise.
A deep, knife-like wound appeared on his neck. Leaving behind the dripping blood, Jungkook looked at the necklace, which had fallen to the ground in a terrible state, and opened his mouth.
"It's horrible that that necklace was around my neck for eight years."
"jungkook jeon!"
"How funny it would have been."
"Treat the wound, the wound first,"
"stop."
"...."
"Stop pretending to be nice."
Stop it all.
Whether it's a sentinel, a leader, an anti-government group, or whatever.
Stop it now, sis.
Blood continued to drip onto the floor, forming a puddle. Knowing that things would only get worse if things continued this way, the heroine desperately needed to draw attention to the place and treat him. But in the empty space, there was nothing she could do. All she could do was make him leave on his own.
...just make him leave here on his own two feet.
"... go away."
"...."
"Get out. Get out of my sight!"
"okay."
"...."
"...I'll go."
Jeongguk pressed his lower lip, turned around, and walked away. As Inyoung's vision began to fade, the guards helped him up and led him to the treatment room. Yeah. Good job. Good job.
Well done, please.
good job.
Really, well done.