"I heard you found me."
"... yes."
"What's going on?"
"... I am,"
For 12 years, it's true that I tried to suppress the government. It's true that I risked my life fighting for the center, and it's true that I tried to steal information. It's all true.
"...perhaps more than anyone else."
"...please do it."
"uh."
"center."
"...."
"If you go there, can you kill the anti-government people?"
"huh."
"I resent this place."
"...I'll go."
"...."
"Please do it,"
"...."
"Take me too."
"...."
"I hate you."
"...It's Jeon Jungkook."
"Yeah. Jungkook."
"...."
"Kim Taehyung. Your friend. He was kidnapped by anti-government guys, and I need you to find him."
"...."
"Honestly, there are some benefits for us too."
"...."
"Do you want to go together?"
"... together."
"Yeah. Together."
"...I must have sharpened the knife. But."
"baby."
"Mom, Mom..."
"Mom."
"Mom, please..!"
"Whatever you do, lady."
"...."
"Mom, I hope you're not unhappy."
"... help."
Please save me. I know it's shameless, but.
"My lady."
please.
"I have to live."
Please save me.
"Mom, you'll be watching from heaven. You have to keep your promise. I'll make sure you survive."
"I'll do anything."
"Promise. Shall we?"
"...."
"Right."
"...ugh."
"Good girl. My daughter."
"...If you want me to be an anti-government dog, I'll do it. I've been that way my whole life."
"...You won't regret it, will you?"
"... yes."
"Okay, then."
I'll call you again tomorrow. Come back then and I'll explain. After a brief bow, Yeoju left the room. She collapsed. She wept like a child. She cried until her throat was sore. She called out the name of the person she'd never see again, no matter how many times she called him.
mom.
Calling for mom
Mom. I came here to live.
mom.
mom.
I want to keep the promise I made to my mom.
Because I want to breathe.
I came here.
Mom. Mom. Mom. The heroine cried. Until evening descended into the sky. Until the clouds began to blur. Until the moon met the sun. She cried, calling out to her mother, who was watching the moon from up high.
"...."
I had a dream. An incredibly vivid dream. I didn't care if it was a nightmare or just a passing dream. It was strange that I shed tears involuntarily. I'd never felt so emotional in a dream, even knowing it was just a dream.
The woman whose face, in my dream, was blurred and hazy, reached out to me as I wept at the funeral. Yoongi felt incredibly familiar, but he couldn't figure out who she was. Frustrated, he tossed his hair and pounded his chest.
It felt like something was missing. Like a missing puzzle piece. Yoongi stared blankly into space, then collapsed his guiding wave. Blue light flickered and then dissipated without a trace. Then he recreated the guiding wave with those pieces. After repeating this over and over again, he finally stopped, exhausted.
"If you do that, you'll really collapse."
"...."
Someone's words. Those words were the words of concern from someone whose memory had been erased. A small doubt gave rise to a huge question mark. Who am I? How did I end up here, at the center?
uh.
... Oh, my.
How did I end up here?
As I recall, I lost my mother. My mother was killed by anti-government forces. So...
Who brought me here?
Late at night, Yoongi ran into the living room, his body weary. Jungkook, still there, worried about what was so urgent, and instead of answering, Yoongi asked him a question. "How did you end up here?" Jungkook was taken aback by the sudden, unexpected question, but he repeated the question.
"Of course, hyung and Namjoon hyung,"
"...."
"...with Namjoon hyung."
"Do you want to go together?"
"...."
"Yeah. Together."
"...with my brother..."
Who else was there...? Even Jungkook floundered in confusion. If it wasn't them who had guided him, then who? Who was it? Jungkook was dazed for a moment before cutting off his power-control bracelet. Even so, Yoongi didn't stop him. He intended to watch Jungkook until he was on the verge of collapse. After all, he could see the future, regardless of his memories.
But Jeong-guk, who should have suffered from a lack of control over his abilities, opened his eyes perfectly, his face ablaze with irony. His future became clearer, and he had learned so much.
"Hey, you're capable,"
"Who is Haeyoju?"
"...."
"...who is the one who did it?"
Who is this person? Who is he?
"My brother and I were both crying and pointing guns at each other."
Who is that person?
"Look at us and break down."
.
.
.
.
.
"At least I should remember."
"...."
"You should have remembered me!!!"
"I don't know who you are."
"...."
"however,"
"....."
"We, we had something really bad. I get it."
"...terribly."
"...otherwise, you wouldn't be familiar with it."
"...."
.
.
.
.
,
"Why, why did you become our salvation? Why did you run away? Why!!"
"...you."
"...."
"You were my everything. You abandoned me."
"...."
"My life. Everything was mine. Why did you abandon me?"
.
.
.
.
.
"...."
"...Why are you crying?"
"... brother."
"...."
"...I think we forgot."
"...."
"But that,"
"...."
If you ask me to do it, what should I do if it's a woman?
For us, salvation. What can we do when we were everything to her?
we.
"...What if I forgot?"
Yoongi flinched at Jungkook's words. He quickly got up and knocked on Namjoon's door. Hey. Kim Namjoon. However, when Namjoon didn't respond or react to Yoongi's voice, Yoongi knocked on the door once more. At that moment, the guiding bracelet rang. A red light he had never seen before was leaking from the space below where Namjoon's initials were written. And in the light, the number indicating Namjoon's guiding level was already approaching 10. After checking the number, Yoongi didn't have time to hesitate and threw open the door he had hoped Namjoon would open.
"namjun kim!"
"...."
"Stop it, stop it."
"...let go."
"Please stop,"
"Let go."
"Don't let go. You're checking your numbers and you're fucking crazy. You're down to 20 now."
"Please, hyung."
"...."
Power domination can strike anyone at any time. It's an early symptom of a runaway, and Jungkook was a prime example. His lack of control over his powers had allowed them to dominate him, forcing him to envision a vast number of futures, regardless of his will. However, while Jungkook was dominated by his lack of control, Namjoon relied on his own powers. It was as if he had immersed himself in a quest to discover a hidden past.
I'll read a little more. Yeah? It's empty. Namjoon's eyes were eerily empty. He must have read so much of the past, his hands were flailing in the air, struggling to grab something.
Eavesdropping on their conversation in the living room, Namjoon began using his powers without any plan. Then, one by one, the past began to leak out. Time unfolded before him like a panorama. And amidst it all, a woman laughed and cried. Namjoon, lost in the past, lost in the past, unable to control his powers.
Yoongi released the guiding energy he'd been holding onto, grabbing Namjoon's wrist. But Yoongi had no choice but to quickly let go. Namjoon had absorbed the guiding energy he'd been emitting, reusing his powers. He'd gone mad. Psychometry had taken control of him.
"Hey! Kim Namjoon!"
Yoongi called his name with all his might, but nothing came back.
-"Team O's S-class psychometric sentinel, Kim Nam-joon, has gone berserk. Team O's S-class psychometric sentinel, Kim Nam-joon, has gone berserk_"
It was a cruel reality.
"I'm back."
"You're late."
"It just so happened."
"... Team O."
"...."
"Psychometry Kim Namjoon."
"...."
Should I stop here, or tell me the whole story? Yeoju hesitated at Taehyung's words. If I go, only I'll be hurt. Ah. Now that I'm truly a traitor, will it be okay? But I still don't like it. Countless faces that had once resented her rippled. But now that she was anti-government, Yeoju decided it was time to develop some self-restraint. She nodded, willing to listen, but soon regretted it. Her guiding bracelet emitted a red glow from the light in the same spot as Yoongi.
"...red light."
"As you can see... Team O's Psychometric Sentinel Kim Namjoon is going wild."
"....!"
"The guides have been deployed, but they can't approach due to their abilities... Where are they going?"
"... I'm still a member of the center."
"No, now anti-government,"
"...I'll just save Namjoon and come back."
"It's dangerous. It's dangerous."
Please. Mr. Taehyung. Please. A short sigh escaped his lips as the female protagonist, clutching his sleeve and dropping her head, shook her head. "They really are alike. The way they seem to be trying to protect each other." Taehyung hesitated for a moment, then headed to his bed and picked up three of the numerous ampoules he had stored away.
"It's a really strong ampoule."
"...."
"If you inject it quickly while you're excited, it could be dangerous for you."
"... yes."
"Just before I died from overdrive."
"Inject it then." The syringes, filled with shimmering blue lights, moved into the heroine's hands. And then, blink. In an instant, she was already standing in front of my old quarters. Taehyung's white mask was covering her face.
With every second ticking, Yeo-ju dashed straight into the dorm. Behind her, there were countless hands trying to stop her, unaware of her true identity, but she was already inside. The interior of the dorm was quiet. Perhaps that silence wasn't strange. Psychometry, after all, is the ability to read the past. If it goes wild, it reads your entire past and quietly disappears. Yeo-ju ran straight up to the second floor and entered Nam-joon's room as if she were accustomed to it.
"...Namjoon."
"...."
"namjun kim."
"...."
Empty eyes. As if possessed. As if controlled by someone, his body swayed, swaying. As the female protagonist took off her mask and grabbed Namjoon's hand, which was hovering in midair, his gaze slowly, lazily, turned to her eyes.
"...Stop it. Namjoon."
"you,"
"Huh? Now,"
"who is this."
"...."
"Who is it? Who is it?"
I see you in my past. The strength in Namjoon's hand was immense, but the emotional pain was more painful than the physical, so she couldn't shake his hand off. Who. Who am I? It's me. It's me. Kim Namjoon. I'll do it. Despite the woman's earnest words, Namjoon struggled to read her memories.
"...I can't see it."
"Please. It's me. Do it for me."
"Who is that!"
"please!!!"
Namjoon. I can't forget. I should've stopped where I left off. I can't forget, right? Okay? I'm Yeoju. The one who helped you. The one who led you here. The one who cursed me for my abilities, for being born an ignorant person. Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. Please.
"...I am your salvation."
"...."
"Because you were out of control, that's why? Huh? That's why?"
"I'll help you. And just remember." He pulled the syringe from deep in his pocket and injected the ampoule with a trembling hand. Namjoon's face regained its vitality, but Yeoju's lost it.
The second ampoule was injected, and Namjoon's eyes regained focus. But he couldn't recall the memory he'd longed for so desperately. He quickly shook off the trembling hand that was gripping his sleeve with one hand and became wary.
"... who are you."
"...."
"Center staff? Guide? No."
"At least I should remember."
"...."
"You should have remembered me!!!"
"I don't know who you are."
"...."
"however,"
"....."
"We, we had something really bad. I get it."
"...terribly."
"...otherwise, you wouldn't be familiar with it."
"...."
Terribly. Yes. Terribly. Us. Why couldn't we let go, resenting each other? She was a realistic heroine, but she turned away without even a moment to consider why he was acting this way. In that moment, her feelings of regret, regret, and longing were transformed into betrayal, resentment, and boredom.
What do I want from those who abandoned me?
You're stupid. You're ignorant.
Not even a tear flowed from the female protagonist's eyes. She simply stared at Namjoon with emptiness.
"... Take care."
"...."
"Don't look for it later."
"...."
"If you find it, really."
At that time, I really felt like I would resent even our innocent memories. Yeo-ju turned around. Walking back the path she had hurriedly come from, she wrote down the sad past and happy memories she had with them one by one. She covered her face again with the white mask Tae-hyung had given her and jumped out through the veranda located in the living room instead of the entrance, but her foot landed on the ground wrong and she collapsed unsightly. Sadness welled up in her. It was a feeling she should have become accustomed to, but it felt especially painful and cold.
"...."
"...found it."
"...."
"I've been waiting."
"... why."
"...."
"You don't remember me either."
Jeon Jungkook. Why you too? Tears fell through the gap between his white mask and his face. Not from sadness, not from anger. From the overwhelming sense of loss. From the cruel ordeal that had suddenly befallen him. A hand suddenly appeared in his field of vision, where he had been dropped to the floor. Get up. The moment he tried to slap that hand away, another hand invaded his vision. Get up, heroine.
"... brother."
"My lady."
"...."
"Get up. Let's go."
"... Hoseok."
Ho-seok only remembered Yeo-ju. To him, Yeo-ju was everything, not just a part of his life. Because of her, he joined the anti-government movement, infiltrated the center, and endured countless hardships and suffering. Each time, it ended with a profound hatred for Yeo-ju, which nullified his memory's powers.
His feelings, everything.
"Go ahead."
"...."
"I won't ask. I respect your choice."
"... huh."
"hurry."
Rather than the salvation of others,
"...Live like that."
Hatred towards the female protagonist
"Enough to never come back again."
Because it was inflated several times.
Leaving the center, the heroine, who had escaped through a small exit where no one would notice, removed the guiding bracelet from her wrist and carefully placed it in front of the exit.
I'll come back to find it again.
I will definitely come back again.
Next time, not with your hands.
Let's point guns at each other.
"I guess everyone cried."
"...."
"It's okay. I couldn't see it well because it was covered by the mask."
"... yes."
"It's hard."
"...."
My people today, tomorrow's enemies. I don't know if you remember me, but I was also a center person. Oh, it's natural for you not to know. The man chuckled. His smile was quite bitter. I wasn't famous like you. Just a passing sentinel.
"But, when a team member is lost to the center, to the government."
"...."
"...I came out when I realized that even if I had the ability, I couldn't protect my teammates."
"...."
"When I joined the anti-government movement, everything was difficult, and on the one hand, I doubted whether I was making the right choice. It was painful, but I decided that living a bad life to protect my people was the better choice."
"...I don't want to be abandoned. I don't want to lose everything I have again."
"Protect it. Just protect it."
"... Stop talking because you're crying. I don't want to look ugly."
"I've done that ugly thing countless times and it's okay."
And crying isn't always ugly. I told you to stop talking. Are you crying again? You really were a crybaby, weren't you? Be quiet. It's okay to cry. I told you to stop talking. The man's words to the female protagonist, who had her head bowed, made her raise her head to the sky. It was so pitiful that she tried to smile. His hand patted the female protagonist's back. When her head gently lowered and their eyes met, he said this.
This is Park Jimin.
I came to pick you up.
I came to pick you up.
This woman said, "What are these touching words?"
Is it really okay to cry like this?