The World of Masks

I don't know how many times I've already stabbed him. The muscles of the arms began to complain of chain pain and labor, not repeated labor. But Eun-hee didn't stop. You don't even seem to realize that your body is pushing its limits. He shoves his head in a daze and sticks a knife in his face.

It was a joyous pleasure. Feels like each one of your traumas is peeling off one layer at a time. Every time I strike the sword, the things that were troubling me gradually fade away. It was a sensation unlike any other drug. However, apart from Eun-hee's heart, the body could not keep up with the excitement.

The blade bounces off of your finger. You reach for the flying knife unconsciously, but your body does not move as you expect.

Linc.

Eun-hee sighs roughly as she looks at the blade falling to the ground.

"Huff! Huff!"

It was like a 100m sprint. I put a small hand on that big chest and breathed for a long time. It was a deep fluorinated air, but as we supplied the brain with large amounts of oxygen, it began to make sense gradually.

At first, I just sat there dazed. I was in a state of excitement, so I needed a moment to recognize the situation around me. However, Eun-hee's body began to tremble as she began to think of what she had done.

"Ahh · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

I turned my eyes to the meat that I had so excitedly scattered. What was that? What kind of meat?

"Ahh · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·!"

No, not a piece of meat. A person. No, a person. He was also a person who was very familiar with him.

"Ahh · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·!"

A vivid memory one by one. The more I remembered it, Eun-hee's tremor grew. No matter how accidental you may have done it in a state of excitement, You killed your father!

"Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I grabbed his head and screamed. Now, although it has become much lighter, it is still forbidden to punish more severely than ordinary murders, because the social suicide of Korea, which still cares deeply about its family, is one of the most heinous sins. Of course, Eun-hee's attitude was similar, more than Korean. The guilt of killing my father weighed heavily on Eun-hee.

"No! No! No way!!!"

Despite desperately denying the reality, the reality that was already visible was clearly revealing his actions. Blood flowing from his father's body was soaking wet all over the floor. The body was already stabbed, so it was no different from the chopped meat.

I looked at my father's whole face with frightened eyes. I felt so vivid in my face that I died of extreme horror and pain with my eyes wide open. Eun-hee hurriedly lowered her eyes. He quickly put his hand on his father's face. "Close the eyes of the dead and let them rest. 'was not a good reason. I blamed myself, but I was afraid to open my eyes. I closed my eyes, groping my face roughly. Then I turned around and looked at my father's face.

Closing my eyes was effective enough. His face looked quite comfortable, unlike before. It looked as if he was lying on the bed and closed his eyes comfortably between his children and grandchildren.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·?"

What did they find? Eun-hee suddenly raised a question. Eun-hee opened her eyes wide and looked at his face, as if it were a lie, while looking at his dead father's face with horror.

The face of my father who was lying so comfortably was really long. My father used to drink and live in a room that was almost off-limits. I only went in and out of the house when I cleaned my liver, but I couldn't even go in. Of course, the opportunity to see him sleeping was extremely rare. Sometimes I was drunk once, lying in the living room or on the porch, but I was never as comfortable as I am now. I was always hungover, smelling nasty smells and frowning. But now my father was wrong. Once upon a time when my mother was alive, my father used to smile lovingly, and he knew how to burst a silly smile.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·?"

Dad. As my mom died and my dad started to wield violence, Eun-hee's mouth that grew up early popped out of Eun-hee's mouth, the title he used to call him in his old days. Usually, a nutcase would pop up saying she's crazy right now. When I was in a bad mood, it was obvious that I was violent. But now, his father did not react with a comfortable expression. I don't greet them with a smile like I used to, but I don't even swing violence.

"· · · · · · · · · · Dad."

Again, I tried to sing it clearly.

Suddenly, I smiled. Lying there with a comfortable face, I remembered the old image of my father that had faded even now. Until now, there was a father who loved himself, not a father who abused him.

"Ah, Dad! Dad!!!"

I rubbed my cheek against my father's face with a bright smile. My father's body temperature was still there after he died.

I haven't seen you in a while. Eun-hee felt happy because of the love of a rich family for a long time. After his daughter's death, his father returned to his old sweet father.

At that moment, something broke inside Eun-hee. Ethics, morality, values, and everything that had surrounded Eun-hee until now had been destroyed. Deep liberation and exhilarating pleasure. It felt like I was reborn.

Why did he come around so much that killing his father would solve everything? It was obviously all because of that "useless" ethic or shell. By killing his father, his debt will be cleared, and the lost 'father' has returned.

"Eun-hee, you stupid girl."

Why didn't I do this earlier? If it had been like this, he might have been living happily ever after.

Eun-hee smiles with a face covered in red blood. It was not the appearance of a teenager at that young age, but a fierce smile like a poisonous spider that seduces people.

Eun-hee, who was staring at his father's face for a long time, woke up. It was time to get out. Maybe someone heard the screams. You tuck your hand into the pocket of a dead little prick and rummage around. I got what I wanted. It's a disposable lighter. You can see fuel bubbling into the transparent plastic body.

Pow!

The lighter is lit. A subtle heat is transmitted to the area of the thumb holding down the switch. Eun-hee lighted up the blanket lying on the floor of the room without hesitation.

Bloop.

The red flame slowly erodes the area of the old duvet. Eun-hee lit more fires in some places. I lit up all the materials that I thought would be well lit, such as old curtains and clothing branches. Then he walked towards the entrance.

Stop at the entrance and raise your hand to cast the spell. I didn't have to chant a long spell just to let the wind blow a little in the room.

Whoo-hoo!

There was a breeze indoors. With the rapidly moving air, the flames begin to expand rapidly. It was an expansion of flames that could never naturally occur. Eun-hee hesitates to step outside the door as she sees the flame consuming the room.

Ehhhhh!!!!

There's a faint siren in the distance. Eun-hee was looking somewhere at the sound of the siren ringing louder and louder.

Glug-ug-ug-ug.

The flame blows. A dark red flame covered the whole old building was showing a dazzling color as if it were painting the dark night sky. It was not a fiery flame after all. The range of flames had already turned most of the buildings they were surrounding into ashes and were now closing in on another building. Several people were gathered near the fire site. People who had houses or people in the flower influence were screaming and wailing, and just spectators, who had nothing to do with the fire, were busy holding their cell phones to film the fire.

"Hehe!"

Eun-hee smiled lightly as her works responded quite well. Sitting on a rooftop ledge of a nearby building, he shook his floating bridge like a joke. Then I waved my hand once.

Huff!

The winds that flow around the building twist and change, creating more sparks. The flames danced more passionately, rejoicing in the supply of new oxygen. Eun-hee giggles, gazing back at the onlookers who retreat in horror.

"What a spectacular sight. It's funny how people look like bugs."

Eun-hee wakes up, flapping her legs.

"Ah. Why have I been so stupid so far? I feel so comfortable changing the way I live like this."

It reminded me of the word "human flesh according to my heart." Yesterday, or until now, I was so stupid that I lived depressed under all kinds of pressure.

Suddenly, I remembered the person who gave me the opportunity to change myself like this.

"How's he doing?"

A person I met in a very appreciative game who taught me a new way of life. I was hoping to see you in the game soon. I wanted to meet quickly and show off my change of heart. Eun-hee's eyes were opened in a dazzling way, as if she were thinking of someone she loved passionately.

"Hey, it's me. I think I've come to love him. Will you bless me?"

Like a child's madness to his parents, Eun-hee stroked something beside him and muttered. Something wrapped in cloth was shaken around Eun-hee's hand.

"I will definitely introduce you someday. So wait a little longer."

Eun-hee loosens the old cloth soaked in the red liquid next to her. The cloth that was tied up like a sack was loosened and a round object appeared throughout. Hair tangled around in blood, skin that doesn't have to be pale. It was a human head.

"So let's live happily ever after. Dad."

Eun-hee smiled happily, raising her head and making eye contact with her father's eyes.