Dawn cried. The moon sat atop the hill. The pitch-black sky was as bare as if it had been pasted with dried confetti. The rain poured down heavily, and the tears flowing in the moonlight were enough to soak my heart. The soft moon's song, a lullaby for the sun in its deep slumber, lulled the dark city night. The night air was chilly, and the blue clouds had already turned into dark clouds. The faint starlight became thread that sewed together the punctured sky, and the moon wept mournfully beneath it.
It was an unusually bright moon.
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Moon, are you in more pain than me? Was your fate more painful than the mysterious disappearance of the one you loved? I hate you, Moon, who doesn't even know my heart and just cries, and I'm about to cry. HisI vividly remember every single detail of his speech, every little gesture, and every last bit of his memory. I longed for his affection so much that I couldn't help but think of you every single day. And then, I lost you in an instant. Am I in my right mind?
As everyone expected, I was drowning myself in alcohol, trying to forget him. I was lost in reminiscence. He had already forgotten me, and I hadn't heard from him.
Well, of course there's no news.
I gathered my sorrow and went back to my house, continuing my walk. Then I saw an old woman. She was a merchant I'd encountered while walking blindly. "How could she be selling necklaces so late in the morning?" I thought, absurd. But I was so captivated by the pretty necklace in my small, withered, old hand that I couldn't do anything.
"Miss, please buy me just one necklace. I have to go home, and I have to sell the necklace."
"Huh? Yes."
The old woman's words were addictive. Her expression was eerie, as if possessed by a ghost. As if under her control, she instinctively began to buy necklaces.
"This would suit you, young lady."
"Oh, yes."
"This necklace will bring good things to you, young lady."
With those words almost out of the way, the old woman vanished without a trace. She had only turned her head for a moment. The eerie aftertaste lingered even after she'd already left, and I sobered up.
"eww."
Thanks to that, I was able to let out a single, unpleasant groan and head straight home. Even though I passed out right there.
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"baby."
"Baby, give me my necklace.."
Today was the same dream again. It had been the same nightmare every single day since I bought the necklace in a daze the day before yesterday. Covered in sweat, struggling to catch my breath, today seemed to be an especially painful nightmare.
As I sat on the bed panting, a butterfly darted through the crack in the terrace window. It was mysterious. The fluttering of the black-winged butterfly's wings was intoxicatingly beautiful. Even if it wasn't a butterfly, it was as if the scent had intoxicated me and I had swallowed a poisoned chalice.
The butterfly's fluttering wings were noble, almost beautiful. Its graceful form, uncharacteristic of a butterfly, told me it wasn't. It began to approach me, intensifying my fear and dread.
"!!!!!"
I closed my eyes tightly for a moment in fear. The dark-colored butterfly was gone, replaced by a cold, white-skinned man. I was startled.
"Ugh!"
I screamed without realizing it.
"Who are you?"
At the words she stammered out with difficulty, the man stroked his chin with his hand. Though he remained silent, his every gesture was captivating. His clouded eyes were almost pitiful.
"Who, who are you?"
Seeing his unresponsive look, I asked him again with difficulty. Then he said.
"Would you believe me if I said I was a vampire?"
A chill ran down my spine. Vampires are just fictional monsters from children's stories. That man was definitely a madman. Why did it feel so real? Feeling chilled, I blurted out something.
"M, you're crazy. This is home invasion. It's a crime."
"Phew, that's funny. Tell me more."
The man's eyes weren't funny at all. But what was it about this man who said it was funny? The eerie mood terrified me into silence.
'Snickers'
The man walked towards me with a smirk. For a moment, I sat down in fear.
Then his sharp fangs appeared. His menacing presence cut me off, and I was completely absorbed, unable to believe anything.
"W-That's ridiculous. Why..."
"Do you believe it now?"
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then approached me, whose legs were already weak, and sat down to be at eye level. Then he grabbed my chin and lifted it up.
"Baby, you smell so sweet."
For some reason, I wondered if the voice in my nightmare was this man.
CAST
jimin park
Age: Unknown
The one who has been tormenting the heroine in her dreams ever since she acquired the necklace. Simultaneously, he's a vampire who disguises himself as a black butterfly and trespasses into her home. His graceful and noble demeanor, almost unspeakable, sometimes terrifies those around him. While he exhibits hints of psychopathic tendencies, he's actually quite delicate and vulnerable.
"I will protect you."
"Fuck, Kim Yeo-ju is mine."
Kim Yeo-ju
Age: 21
Due to family circumstances, he took a leave of absence from college and is working part-time. After buying a necklace while drunk, he's been experiencing bizarre phenomena and even losing his mind. Thinking about it, he's incredibly pitiful, and he loves fantasy novels.
"You're crazy."
"Help me, please."
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Saddam
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