The World of Masks

"I thought you dumped your brother for nothing."

"A big shop needs a lot to move around. But a store as sophisticated as mine doesn't require much, so a compact car like this is enough."

Jin knocked a few times with his palm on the car's bonnet. It's been on the market for over a decade. My father bought and used it in the secondhand car market, and after his father died, he inherited it and was using it well. Although it was an outdated car that could not be compared to the new cars, Jin did not complain much about his car. It was only as long as it was clean and smooth.

"Get in. It's cold. Let's go."

I opened the car door and called Yurin. When Yurin got in the passenger seat, Jinseok also sat down and started the car seat.

Burp.

With the sound of the engine, the exhaust begins to emit hazy smoke. After hitting the transmission in D and stepping on Excel, the car slips out of the white parking line and into the alleyway that runs through the village.

Yurin's house was located in Gangnam. I familiarized myself with the navigation and entered Yurin's home address. Soon the map appeared on the screen and the familiar machine prompts began to sound. I left the villa village following the sound of a guide coming to my ears and took a familiar road to the southeast of Gangnam. I didn't stop talking on the way to Yurin's house. Usually Yoo Rin talked and listened. He seemed to want to tell the truth about everything he had experienced, such as school stories, friend stories, and family stories.

It was already quite late, so there was no traffic jam. Jinseok lives in Seodaemun-gu, and Yurin lives in Gangnam-gu, a little distance from Seoul. It usually took about 50 minutes on average, but I was able to get there a little faster, whether it was a low traffic time.

Yuck.

Jinseok stopped the car. I was reminded that the navigation tone had arrived at the destination. Jinsuk looks out the window at Yurin's house. Just as Yurin visited Jinsuk's house for the first time today, Jinsuk also saw Yurin's house for the first time.

It was only the expression that it was really smart. I noticed that rich people and houses from the drama came to my attention. Wide lawns and massive trees surrounding the fence, overlooking the big front door. Inside was a large three-story house. I expected to live in this house roughly, but anticipation and reality are very different. Jinseok admired the large luxury houses.

Sweet.

Jinsuk and Yurin get out of the car. They slowly walked to the front door of the house. Upon arriving at the front door, Yurin turns to face the truth.

"Thanks for the ride."

"Well, I should be thanking you. Thanks to you, I moved the plants comfortably."

No, it really helped. With the influence of the masked world, it was more bothersome to move many times smaller and lighter things than to move heavy things to Jin, whose strength surpassed ordinary people. If you think about it, Yurin's help was really appropriate.

"I'm glad you think so."

She was shy, but smiling brightly. Jinsuk stared at Yurin. Long hair and long, luscious eyelashes came in. Big eyes, a smart nose, and a mouth like an eggplant. Jinseok sweeps Yurin's side head. He must have noticed something. Yurin's body stiffens with tension and her cheeks turn pale red. But there was no gesture of denial. Rather, I seemed to be very excited about what would happen from now on. I moved the hand that was handing over the side head and grabbed Yurin's back head lightly. Then he slowly put his face to Yurin's face. Yurin's face grows closer. Suddenly, his big eyes were tightly closed, and his red lips were lightly stretched out as if waiting for something. Jinsuk kisses Yurin. It was my first kiss with Yurin, so I didn't make it strong. Just give Yurin a big hug and a big kiss. Jinsuk takes off his mouth lightly.

"Whew."

Yurin groans lightly. The dazzling gaze lifts the lust for truth, but the truth desperately presses down on it.

"Good night, then."

She rubs her side face down and smiles. Yurin barely nods, still a little dazed. On behalf of Yoo Rin, who was distracted by the kiss, Jin rang the doorbell on her doorstep. Yong-dong, you hear Yu-rin's mother's voice on the intercom.

"You have to answer."

"Ah, ah! Yes."

Yun wakes up, furious, and talks to the intercom. Soon, the door was rattling and opening with a beep and a rattling sound. Yurin opens the iron gate that looks sturdy and walks inside.

"Hey, be careful in there. Brother."

"Yes. Yurin sleep well, too."

"Yes."

He waves his hand lightly toward the unseen stone and closes the door as if trying to get in. I walked through the lawn with my heart still pounding. You hear the sound of the car drifting away from the front door, shouting if Jin-seok had left the car. Yurin puts a little hand on her lips. It's her first kiss in 23 years. Of course, I've heard a lot about it from my friends. Some say it tastes sweet, some say it smells fruity, and some say it only smells disgusting.

"Maybe it tasted a little bit salty."

Yurin ran into the house with a smile, "Foot."

When Yurin was rushing into the house with excitement, Jin was finally leaving the rich man's neighborhood where Yurin's house is. I thought about that kiss earlier, waiting for the red light to turn green in the dark range. Jinsuk suddenly looked at the rearview mirror. It is fun to have someone you love. His reflection on the mirror was smiling lightly.

It is fun to have someone you love. That's for sure, but it was hell to watch someone like that slowly die in front of you.

"Glug, glug."

You can only hear the sound of a windfall with your vocal cords cut in half, but you can't stop trying to make a sound. No, it would be accurate not to even think about it. Along with a deeply severed neck, the entire body continues to complain of pain. But the man looked at only one place, ignoring even such pain.

There, the man's beloved woman collapsed.

Income has remained unchanged due to the land being severely diminished by the Demon King's invasion, and nearly half of it has been stolen by tax. As with all the common people here, she was poor and hardworking, but she was encouraging herself with a bright smile. I was disappointed, I fought a lot, but I overcame it with the strength of love, and I finally made it to the proposal. That day is not yet forgotten. She was smiling brightly after getting her own proposal with tears. A week. A week. I thought a week after I made it my wedding day would officially make a couple's kite and live happily · · · · ·. Even though I couldn't say, 'I won't let you suffer, I will only give you happiness for life,' I thought I would love and cherish you forever.

"Ugh."

The man crawled desperately with tears in his eyes. The wounds on the body continued to spill red blood. Just as the symbols of slowly deteriorating life, the blood that was poured out in great fertility was slowly decreasing the amount starting from some point. However, without wishing for such a thing, the man kept twitching and struggling to advance somehow. One week later, the white dress, which showed herself wearing it again today, said she was going to wear it at the wedding, had gone beyond the red one and turned black. Her hands, which had stolen her forehead while working hard in farming, were bleeding bloodshed, and a ferocious blade was placed in her arms, holding her like a mother. The man stared at her with a sparse gaze. She was also looking at herself. She was a woman who had small eyes on a grubby face due to farming work, but was more beautiful to herself than any other beauty. A clear drop of water was falling from her eyes. He desperately reached out to himself as if he wanted to touch it one last time.

Why? Why is this happening? What the hell is going on a week ahead of being perfectly happy? The man never understood. But I also think that for a moment. Her hand falls off, reaching towards her. At the chest where the blade was inserted, the movement that had remained was also gone. I knew the man right away. Her lover is dead.

"· · · · · Off, off · · · · ·!"

The man cries. Terribly, terribly. I cursed myself for the misery that had come before happiness and for not being able to stop such misery. Just in time.

Puck.

An elongated Longsword pierces the man's heart.

"That's persistent."

I heard a voice in my ears. It was the voice of 'unhappiness' that made their lovers like this. I hate it. I curse it. But Longsod, who was stabbed in the heart, also took away that ability. The man's movements have stopped.

'Elena, I'll be there soon too.'

As if I was going to meet the lover who died first, the man resolved in his heart even as he was dying.

Jack licks a little blood off his face. I felt the unique bitter taste of blood.

"Poor people. Looks like they're getting married soon."

Jack kicks the corpse with his tongue. The man's body rolls to the woman's side.

"Let me be with you when you die."

Jack crammed the two bodies into a corner, as if they were merciful, taking off his hood and looking around. The area is covered in blood. The accused has flowed down from one side of the floor to the other. Jinseok walked there.

Jubbuck. Jubbuck.

As I walked, I picked up a candle on one side. A faint light shines on Jack's path. Jack arrives in front of the pool of blood, crouching. Then he swings the pool of blood a few times with the sword in his hand. A ripple in the pool of blood disappears. Jack shines a candle over the pool of blood. He looks up at the pool of blood. He smiled deeply.