The Resetting Lady

Isela walked in the hallway. I could not wait to leave this mansion.

"…It's cold."

He walked along the corridor with his arms together often. It's too cold here. Even though it's summer, the cold air hits my whole body.

"…I want to go home."

She thinks the mansion doesn't fit her. It's cold, it's hard. Strange things happen here. I want to go back to my warm home. It was an illusion that I thought was elegant. What my father thinks is history is nothing more than tacky and unpleasant to see Isela.

"Apples? Who to whom?"

Isela faced deep contempt and irritation in her heart at a word of Karen's momentary remark. She pretended to be polite and amiable, but she never saw herself as the same person.

"Because my parents ruined my baby."

"Toughly…."

How dare you! Isela swore to herself that she would pour tar into Karen's hair. A little surprised by her own violence, Isela had a brainstorm of Karen in all sorts of ways. I felt a little better.

"Are you satisfied with that?”

"…no."

What?

After answering casually, I knew that the voice was Karen's. It's the lord's office. The room had nothing to do with Isella, but Karen's voice attracted her.

Should I open the door or not?’

Is she being scolded by her father, too? Or... Isela felt her heart pounding. Low curiosity and... All kinds of unknown doubts have faded. Dead woman. Disappeared body. a visionary, gloomy priest a woman who lives on drugs

Beats...beats...

I opened the door small. And

"Ah... ah?"

There was a hanged body.

And Karen was staring at the body.

With the eyes that were looking at Isella.

***

Young-ju's crying face caused a slight but strange stir. It was not a new feeling of closeness. But the subtle discomfort and joy of seeing a person's bottom. And there was a relieved sigh that you too could do nothing.

Karen felt a little relieved at the conclusion that the conditions of love, to the extent that the answer is love, are not absolute beliefs as she thinks. However, the subtle bitterness that could not be erased by the relief lingered in my mouth.

"What are you crying about? Smile, Father."

Karen laughed for him. Are you sad? Are you frustrated by yourself? But you have to smile. I'm laughing too. And I'm going to give him a little bit of a sneer. This is the answer to love that my mother said.

"My father doesn't trust my mother. She was just an excuse. I would never have hesitated if I believed. You know, really, if you believe every inch of it, why not die? There's no reason not to die, right? Isn't the world without love black and white? Doesn't it mean nothing?”

Isn't that love? Otherwise, it's too unfair.

"If at least I, my mother, and maybe more women, are in love to the point where they have to die, shouldn't they be worth it? Shouldn't you love him that much?"

"…catherine… I…"

The word "I love you" no longer came out in voice.

"I thought so."

Karen faced her hands lightly and closed her eyes.

"I mean the absolute feeling. Hmm. Okay. In my opinion. Father, father. I mean."

She gently turned her dancing body to point to the portrait.

"First of all, thanks to my father and mother, I have hope. Thank you. Every book is dead. Now that she's been through this strange phenomenon first and solved it, I have hope. Okay, that's hopeful."

Then he added a word.

"I don't think love is necessary."

You can laugh even with a frown.

The lord was still hanging his neck on the rope. He held onto the rope with trembling hands. Karen sighed and spoke to the lord.

"If you can't even die, just come down. My throat hurts."

"Oh... no, no. I believe."

The lord answered hastily. But he couldn't take his foot off eventually. Karen sighed repeatedly, frowning and continued.

"It's too late."

"Late... No, I understand."

"It's late. The moment I hesitated, my father was late.”

If you want to die, I'll help you. Karen clenched her teeth and answered.

"Now I can't get rid of that hesitation just because I'm hanging up in a hurry. I got the answer. At least for love, yes. It's not that big.”

He goes next to Young-ju's trembling body and taps it like he's warming up. I tried to tap my shoulder, but it's too high to hit my leg. Rather, the lord reels and grabs the rope tightly. And eventually, he sees himself again, unable to hang himself.

"Daddy."

“…….”

"What do you think I would have done if my father hung himself this time?”

After waiting for an answer, Karen immediately opened her mouth.

"I was going to get the drugs first.”

“…….”

"I thought I'd learn to hypnotize Nancy later."

There is no answer.

Karen doesn't care either.

"What if the scale of emotion is the answer? At least, like I've been dead so far, shouldn't the male lead be? Then he's willing to commit suicide. So at least....”

Karen puffed at the candle at the lord's desk.

The candle went out.

"It has at least equal value."

She pulled out the silver candlestick. It was heavy and sharp. There was a similar situation in the novel I read before. No, haven't you read it yet? Karen tilted her head and groped her memory, but she was confused. I don'tis that. Hit it or stab it. It's going to kill you.

"It's physical love to roll around in the bedroom together, and love to give everything to adults who save the poor is also love. How much is it worth if it's a couple's love? I'm curious because I've never been married that long. Whoo-hoo, I was trying to make myself see if my father had committed suicide by drugging him and hypnotizing him. And I have to make my words seem true, true value, and like the language of God. It would be interesting if Raymond believed me and rebelled, just as he was aiding and abetting the murder of his mother. I think that would be okay in this life. I decided how to live my life this time. I decided to be a pleasure killer.”

His face was already gray.

"Daddy, do you want to die?”

"That's... that's what I's like.”

Looking up at the face of the lord, who couldn't stand the disgust he felt himself, Karen offered kindly.

"I'll help you."

The lord seemed to feel the word as a relief. The lord did not want to reject Karen's hand in Catherine's face even though she could not die on her own.

People are very complicated.

Karen smiled at the funny face of the lord, who showed some satisfaction. He had the courage to make his daughter a murderer, even though he had no courage to kill himself.

"But before that, I have more questions. Is there anything unusual about the men whose mother had asked for before she met her father?"

"I…."

with a rattle

At that moment, the lord opens his eyes. My legs are shaking. My face is distorted. There's a sound that goes, "khhhhhhhhh!" But that's not long either. Tom was faster than Karen. He must have been measuring the moment of intervention. As soon as Karen pulled out the silver candlestick and turned around, the boy ran.

"Crazy…"

Standing by the door, Tom ran quickly and pulled the lord's leg. While being kicked, Tom used his whole body to hang on. The desk where the lord was standing was pushed away, struggling, and the rope was properly caught in his throat and strangled the lord. It's faster than you think to lose your breath.

And it doesn't move.

Dead.

But more important than that.

"…why?"

Karen is embarrassed. Why? Why the hell? I'm embarrassed right now. Why are you here?

"What are you doing?”

All too soon, it was a ridiculous murder.

Karen really couldn't think at that moment.

It was something that never really happened, an unpredictable event, and it was too big to enjoy.

"What are you doing?"

Karen belatedly lifted the silver candlestick, but her father was already out of breath. Further stabbing is just a scratch on the meat. Karen blinked her eyes. Are you in vain? Are you angry? I don't know.

I thought about it.

"Tom!"

I didn't know.

Why did this happen?

Things happened in a flash.

Tom killed the lord.

"…what the hell."

Karen stared at Tom again in the face.

Tom looked at Karen, too. Tom was neither angry nor pleased. It was different from the bold actions of a moment ago. The face was frightened by his behavior. Karen was relieved at the sight of the face. Why? Why do you look like that? Then why would you do that?

"…I, well."

I don't know.

Karen was hard to understand.

"Well, uh, yeah. I'm not sure. You weren't the main character... I really don't know. You're saying Tom shouldn't be doing this here. You've been, you've been, you've always been gracious to me, you're admiring me, and you're the stepping stone of my love."

Karen shut herself up in disgust.

That’s right.

After all, Karen didn't care about Tom. Was it just what he wanted to do as the main characters in the book did while saving Tom?

"Is this all right?”

a disgustingly intense obsession with life Karen felt intuitively as soon as she saw her ability to act with fire in her mouth.

He will die again for his own sins. And it's a plausible story... Karen was convinced.

Karen was determined to die.

"I'm not determined....”

I was looking forward to it.

Isn't that a good story? It's a common story. a tale worthy of the punishment of virtue a tale of revenge on one's parents The story of killing a crazy killer and finally being happy. Karen thought of her own production that tried to make Tom the main character.

They give a painful life, threaten it, laugh at it, and commit an evil deed. The boy is getting healthier... A year is too short, though. If it had been longer, would he have left the scene as a villain.

Karen was curious.

"If you... kill someone, I thought you'd kill me."

“…….”

The severed tongue only groaned, but it was enough to express the boy's anger. Tom expressed his anger with his whole body. Tom, who watched all Karen's misdeeds, knew Karen right. I knew her madness and faith.

"…you know how to screw me up."

Karen turned from Tom to her father's body. The once handsome man's face was grotesquely distorted. He would have been prepared to die again, but it wouldn't have been like this.

"With this, are you satisfied?”

I was curious. Are you satisfied with this?