The World of Masks

It was a dark night. You hear the serene bugs chanting through the thicket. Across the street, you hear a bird that you don't know its name. You hear a cry that seems to be the roar of a beast. Stars flashing through the tall trees. It was a fantastic image, not a fluffy star sky that you can see in modern times, like a lump of light stuck in a densely black drawing paper.

Tadak, tadak.

The campfire emits hazy smoke showing off its red life. A few firewood crumbles down, unable to overcome the fiery flames. The fire takes on a smoke trip to meet the stars. However, even though the heat in his arms was low, he soon died in the cool night weather.

Larynx.

As the flame subsides a little, Jack looks behind the campfire with a stick next to him. More fireworks erupt. In some ways, the fireflies were surprised and seemed to scatter at the same time. It lights up the surrounding area as if it were a fire that had diminished momentum. The weather in this game is running into the fall. Even the slightly cooler weather ran away from the atmosphere of the fire.

'Maybe it's time.'

Jack rises to the bonfire. The pot on the campfire smells nice. Since the empty belly that was groaning for food with the elongated 'blubber' combined, the smell of goodness changed into a fantastic smell that I couldn't even bear. I opened the lid slightly.

Huff!

Hot steam 'hooked' and came out. I quickly dodged my head. When it encounters the fresh air outside, the vapor becomes more dense. Jack plunges a branch into the slight slice of meat between the smoke.

Just a little more ripe? '

I put the lid back on, and this time I opened the lid of the pot next to it. The clear water was boiling in my arms. I took out the ladle and cup from the bracelet. I took care of my personal tools. There was a great backpack called 'bracelet', so I could carry as much camping supplies as I wanted.

Using a ladle, transfer hot water to a cup. It was boiling water, so it emitted hot water vapor and made the cup quickly boil. Jack picks up the top of the cup and turns the handle toward Callie. Callie sits crouched over a thick cloth and carefully receives a cup.

"Are you calming down now?"

I was surprised when I experienced something so shocking during the day. Jack asks Callie, staring blankly at the cup he received. Callie nods quietly.

"Drink it. It'll calm you down for a bit. There's coffee and cocoa and hot chocolate, and I would love to, but I don't think we've implemented that yet."

Instead of answering, Callie nods once more, slightly grabbing the mask and bringing the cup to her mouth. I breathed the hot, elongated breath into my throat. For a while, only the sound of drinking water resonates.

Meanwhile, Jack reopened the pot lid containing the meat. I stabbed him once again with a branch. The branches plunged in without any resistance. I thought it was okay to eat some blood too. Jack pulls out plates, tongs and knives this time. When I picked up the meat with my tongs, I smelled the crispy meat. Even the spices from the city that were inexpensive enough to open their mouths, even the wildlife's desires disappeared. I transferred the spilled meat to a plate and carved it into a knife. The tasty meat was quickly completed. Jack took half the meat off the small plate and recommended it to Callie along with my fork.

"Eat it. If you don't eat it, you won't feel much better."

Like a baby bird receiving food from a mother bird, Callie was carefully dished again. And he began to eat the meat carefully. Jack also took his share to his mouth. Jack's mask was a pierced structure, so he didn't have to put it in his mouth as hard as Callie did. Again, Jack ate quite a lot of meat like an adult man. However, Callie grimaces a few times as if she didn't have any appetite, and then drops the plate. There was no more food. In the meantime, Jack begins to clean up after himself. All I had to do was dump the remaining water in the pot and shove it in my bracelet.

"Pretty shocking today, isn't it?"

Callie makes a flaw in Jack's words. It seemed to come back to me.

"I'm telling you, she's innocent. But even knowing that doesn't mean that human emotion works. Don't worry, we'll stay with you at least until things calm down."

Callie nods quietly. But to be honest, I felt relieved. On the one hand, when he was so confused, he was so full of pride that he had to leave himself, but fortunately, he calmed his heart. At least for a while, I felt like I could work hard to get my mind together.

"But at least you had one less worry, right?"

Jack turns the campfire upside down and says to Callie with his head raised.

"At least we don't have to worry about when they might attack." "

Hoodluck.

A few firewood fires that produce bright light and warm heat around the body collapse on the tree that Jack stirs. The fireflies rush out of the campfire, looking for cool air. Callie hears Jack's words and sees fireflies blazing up into the sky. I thought of many things.

Jack was right. Now, I am confused by the guilt of killing a human being, but I have stepped aside from the horror of death that I have always felt.

He has done nothing wrong. Guilt is just a temporary loss of energy because of natural emotions. If you think so, Jack's actions were absolutely right. It was easy to get rid of the crisis that was happening to you.

"You have to trample the things that chase you down in these games that don't work with the law or the rules. so you can be safe."

Jack adds a note as though he was sorry.

"I'm really sorry to hear that. It would be nice if those bullies in real life would die, too."

Callie's body hardens slightly. Even a father who always gets drunk and earns a lot of debts, and bullies who wander around and harass others, and even private loan sharks who insist on taking debts. What if all those people disappeared from the world?

'· · · · · · · · · · Is that heaven?'

No baby angels blowing trumpets, no holy light, no luscious songs that always flow, no food and drinks stacked like mountains. For Callie, or Eun-hee, the reference point for heaven was very low. Living in a place where no one bothers you. Just imagining the scene was enough for the entrance to go up without a subject.

"But it's impossible. because the reality is not like the game eye."

Jack sprinkles cold water on Callie, who has a good imagination. I looked inside the mask, grumbling at Jack.

"Well, maybe if we don't get caught with magic."

Then Jack shakes his hand with a nice smile. He asked me to pretend I didn't hear that. But for Callie, it felt like lightning hit her back.

"Killing secretly with magic? '

How many times have I thought about it? In my imagination, I repeated my imagination of tearing, killing, burning, killing things that plagued me in all sorts of ways. But the laws of reality and the horror of killing humans did not get us into action. However.

'If it's my magic, maybe I can kill it undetected.'

There are many ways. Sneaking off into the blades of the wind from afar, floating away from surveillance cameras, etc. Maybe it's a completely criminal possibility. Besides, I didn't think I could kill a real human if I were myself. No, I could have.

'No, no. What are you thinking?'

Callie shakes her head excitedly. Killing Humans.No matter how bad things get, we shouldn't do it as Humans. But when I realized that my nightmare-like life was about to begin again, my eyes darkened. I'm sick of biting my lip.

'Once, you only have to do it once.'

You don't have to kill much. This time, I received money and items from the men who tried to kill Callie herself. This should pay off some debt. If we tried a little harder at this rate, we could get out of debt sooner than we thought.

'As long as it's not those punks.'

I almost tried to seduce my father again to repay the debt. Corpses are people who will never see each other again if they pay back their money. Right now, the people who are holding Callie's ankle the most are those punks.

'If only they were eliminated from the world.' '

Callie's eyes in the mask glow coldly.

Jack stares at Callie as she's struggling. Maybe it's the mood. Jack's eyes curl into a crescent-shaped shape.