The World of Masks

It was dirty in the room. Unlike its often dirty exterior, there was an architecture that surprised people with its clean interior, but at least not here. It's the same as the outside. It was not a sentence for the building. But there were no sentences to describe the appearance and condition of this building.

The room was filled with smoke. If I had a non-smoker, I could barely hold on for a few seconds and run out of here right now. I was worried that the sprinklers might work because of the smoke of the cigarettes spreading out like mist, giving off a cloudy view. The wallpaper in the room was yellow for years, and it smelled of cigarettes and nicotine. If you sweep the wallpaper with white gloves, the black contaminant seems to cover the gloves. You can see small holes splattered with cigarette dung all over the rag on the floor of the room, smelling the squishy smell of when it was washed.

In short, it was a completely unhygienic environment for people to live in. But it didn't matter much to the people who were using this room. This place was not their home in the first place, nor were people sensitive enough to care about hygiene or the environment outside their home.

This was where the two-faced people called Eun-hee used to hang out. Like spiders that spread cobwebs in their nests and snatched their prey slowly, they dragged the gambling humans here and ate their money slowly, but perfectly. In the meantime, I liked the pain and the emotional burden and the destruction of my family. It's none of their business. They really thought so. In other words, it was the scum that ate up society.

They gave out jokes and gossip, and laughed and handed out cards. The bundle of bills in front of the two could have been an ordinary card game, but the current card game was never a gentle one. I did not mind the two people who lost money and lost money. In the beginning, it was clear that many of their money shuttles would come tomorrow to open their wallets foolishly. Since there was also a lot of debt from money shuttles, this amount of betting for both of them was just a game of play.

Queek.

"Huh?"

The collapsed door opens with a loud noise. It is not greased, and it does not say that the status of the inquiry is good, whether it is because the cunts or rowers are treated severely. At the sound of the door opening, the two puppies simultaneously turn their heads to the entrance.

"What is that?"

A big hat, big sunglasses, and a mask that covers half your face. There was a suspicious young man standing with his face completely covered. The clothes you were wearing there were black. I thought it would be hard to be noticed if I walked around at night when the light was so rare.

"You're dressed like a freak. Who are you?"

One of the youngsters spits out a cigarette in his mouth. Contrary to speaking casually, my eyes felt tense. They knew enough to know that their jobs were full of other people's grudges. It was probably natural to be wary of suspicious humans who suddenly appeared.

The other man whips his ass toward the farmhouse. I opened the farmhouse door and took something out. The sharp weapon reflects to the fluorescent light and sparkles.

"· · · · · · · · Bean, Tick, Well, Lanin · · · · · · · ·"

"Huh? What are you saying?"

Suddenly, the one who came in suddenly began to spit out something. It didn't sound right, but it wasn't the right sentence. A low ringing word gave me goosebumps on my back.

"Fuck, aren't you crazy?"

He woke up as if he had never chewed. At that moment, the sound stopped. A moment of silence flows into the room. Something was wrong. If anyone has a grudge against them, it was the right situation to run to the Moon Dance, but the person in front of them said a few strange words.

Ugh.

In-young took off her hat, sunglasses and mask. I was relieved of tension in their eyes when their faces were revealed. Rather, I giggled with a nasty smile.

"Who is this? Isn't that Eun-hee?"

Although I was nervous by strange looks and strange behavior, the story is different if the opponent is Eun-hee. Eun-hee was an appeal that would not hurt them at all, but rather would continue to benefit them.

"What are you doing here? Dressed like that. Oh, are you here to lend us a hand?"

A cunt glares back at you.

"Good thinking. No, I'll pay you well. You're going to be the limit, aren't you?"

I slowly approached Eun-hee with a grinning smile. I thought it was clear that I had come to pay back my father's debt as I had said before. The bizarre outfit was obviously meant to hide from the body. But Eun-hee never intended to give her body to the cunts in front of her eyes.

Ugh.

Eun-hee pulls a knife out of her chest.

"Huh?"

Eun-hee approaches and stops walking. Eun-hee couldn't even imagine pulling out a sword, so she was embarrassed. For a moment there, he dared to crucify his face to see if he was angry at them for pointing a sword at him.

"What? What does that mean? Are you fucking here to kill us?"

"I think so."

In case you haven't noticed, the intruder pulls out his sword, checks that it's Eun-hee, grins grossly, and slowly stands up, holding the sword he put out next to him, positively by another archer who was just looking at the situation behind him.

"You son of a bitch. If you'd just been nice, it would've been over. Come and kill us?"

The puppy slowly approaches Eun-hee as she walks by.

"Come on, I'll make you a mop today."

The archers put their weapons in front of the person, but were not too nervous. Now, their lives were usually too rough to be afraid that a girl in high school held a knife. There were two of them and a knife. Even though he had lived a hard life because of his rubbish father, hurting people was a separate problem, and they did not doubt that Eun-hee had come to kill them impulsively due to too much stress, and they could easily overwhelm them.

The old Eun-hee would have been right. But unfortunately for them, Eun-hee was not the same as Eun-hee at the time.

"Expression!"

With all the grudges he had so far, Eun-hee spit it out as if he had cut the starter language off.

Whew.

When the starter fish is deployed, a little wind in Eun-hee's hand starts to whirl. Eun-hee had the last faint conflict in her eyes. If I move my hands now, the puppies in front of me will sprinkle blood and fall out. The last conscience grabbed my ankle. But I soon ate my heart out.

'It's too late.'

There was no choice but to apologize and walk away. Eun-hee raises her hand. I swung vigorously at the young punks who were approaching with an ugly face.

Huuug!

The blade of sharp wind flew to the hilts.

Phew!

"Huh?"

The flesh was cut clean and blood spurted out. The archers make a startled sound of surprise at their sudden collapse. For a moment there, the house cries out, "Leave the house in agony rising from the bridge."

"Ahhhh!!"

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!!!!"

He howls with his legs cut smooth. I felt a pain that I had never felt before. I looked at the place where there was pain and tears. No. Until now, the legs that have allowed me to act freely have been cut clean under my knees. I didn't want to believe it. Despite desperately repeating that his eyes were wrong, the pain he felt, and the smell of blood, helped his vision and told him that what was right in front of him was real.

Buck, buck.

You hear footsteps. The youngsters look up at the sound as they roll around in agony. Eun-hee walks forward with a cold expression.

'It's not easy to kill.'

I deliberately lost the will to fight and took away my freedom of action. Thinking about what had happened to them so far, I could never kill them easily. I have already experienced difficulty cutting. You'll be able to do well this time. I slowly raised my sword to look into the eyes of those who were terrified. It will allow them to remember who they die by now, even in death.

'That's why I even got my disguise off.'

Eun-hee lowered her sword as hard as she could.