The World of Masks

For a moment, the room rang only the question of truth and the answer to the plague, and the sound of Jin writing something on the notebook. Charles and Jinhee were listening quietly. Especially Jinhee clenched her fist to the point where blood lines burst from the back of her hands whenever a word of crisis or injury came out from the mouth of the plague.

Knock, knock!

Jinsuk, who had heard all the words of the plague, thought for a moment, tapping his notebook. But that time was short.

Tak!

Jinsuk closes the notebook out loud and puts it back in his pocket.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

I got up from the chair and reached out to the scavenger. The plague rushes out to meet his hands. The expression on his face waving his hands at the top of his shoulder in an awkward pose is strangely funny. Charles next door says, "Cook! 'I burst into laughter. The face of the plague rises red.

Jinsuk notices Charles lightly. Charles raises his hands without clearing his playful laugh. Finally, Jinsuk sighed for a short time.

"Then we'll be on our way. Let's talk about Yoohyun's affiliation or his schedule in the future. Take care of yourself."

Jinhee greets Jinhee, then she leaves the room ahead of Charles.

The door closes and the room is temporarily static. Suddenly, the gap was not filled when the two who scattered the existence of the hurricane disappeared.

"Yuhyun, are you okay?"

The power of a great mother. The first thing to wake up was Jinhee. Jinhee looked anxiously at the son who remembered a memory that would not be overlooked even if it was traumatic. He replied lightly as if the distraction was really nothing.

"I'm fine."

Honestly, it wasn't okay. Even now, I felt nauseous when I thought about Hannah's parents' corpse, and I could feel a tingling in the place where the hole had been opened. However, I couldn't say it straight away in front of Mother's eyes with the beautiful feeling of worry. Moreover, the condition was definitely improving.

"Then that's good ."

Jinhee sighed while blurring her words. Soon, I opened my eyes slightly.

"And no matter what, Who asks a restless child that question now?"

The opponent was rich and wealthy among one of the world's most revered heroes, but Jinhee's mouth was not too cheerful. No matter how good a person is, she is only a person who breaks his wounds from the perspective of a mother who cares about him. Besides, he's not in front of us.

The reason I understood that feeling was that I made a bitter smile, but I did not respond to Mother's words. That was just a grass.

Jinhee, who chewed for a long time, suddenly turned her gaze to the remains.

"But you seem to be surprisingly good at English. I felt like I was wasting my studies because of my master's grades. But you understand, don't you?"

" How well do you understand English?"

He understands English with the most terrible record of his miserable achievements. As a metaphor, I couldn't sense what Jinhee was saying at all.

"Did you say Mr. Charles? Didn't you hear what he said?"

" Did the person speak English?"

" ."

There is something strong about the perception of two people. I can't understand what the other party is saying, so I'm cut off for a moment.

[It's because of me.]

"Natia, what are you talking about?"

I questioned the words ringing in my head. Jinhee looked at the artifact with complex eyes. I know that there is a God in my son, and sometimes he speaks to himself. But no matter how crazy he looked,

Regardless of Jinhee's perception, the pandemic fell into a conversation with Natia.

[Obviously, this Charles guy speaks a language different from the pandemic. Maybe if you listen to the mother of the plague, that's the English language.]

"It just sounded Korean to me."

[I just understand the meaning of the pandemic because it holds me. If you think about it, you know what's going on.]

The pandemic slowly revisited the situation earlier. Most of the conversations were authentic, but Charles was often involved in the story. And the language at that time was clear.

" It was definitely English."

The plague opened its eyes wide.

"So now I'm free to speak a foreign language?"

This is so good. My heart thumped when I told most students that I could overcome one subject that constantly gives pain and despair along with mathematics.

"I'd rather be Awakened before I graduate!" '

Thinking about the glorious English grades on the academic transcript, I cried out in my heart. When the monument was twisting its body as it bounced back and forth through the beats of anticipation and regret, Natia, who noticed the monument's reaction, made a bitter smile and clearly denied it.

[It's not.]

Puck!

The neck of the plague, which was shouting for joy and expectations without saying anything, was softly broken. Natia doesn't forget to put in extra hits in succession, empathizing lightly.

[It's a sort of application of how I directly convey meaning to the brains of the disease. Listening is possible in any language, but not speaking and reading.]

"Oh, I see."

There can't be such a good story for yourself. I barely felt disappointed and said to Jinhee.

"Natia is the only one who can listen."

" is it?"

The son's skill is consistent with his proficiency report card. Jinhee was disappointed, but she couldn't say anything to her son lying on his back, so she quietly picked up an apple and began to carve.

* * *

"That's a good one."

Charles spits it out as soon as the door closes.

"Yes, it is. I'm really glad that's who the God found this time."

I don't know about anything else, but the courage and courage to fight for my friend, to reach death, and to bravely unravel that experience, was unusual.

[He's much better than you.]

Ueron recalls his first encounter with Charles. A fool who's been crying out to his girlfriend for shock and denies reality for almost a week, even though he knows he's there.

[I can't help but think you were really tenacious.]

"Hey, don't you say it. To put it that way, you're the one who doesn't deserve it."

[Nod.]

For Ueron, who committed sin, this topic was really weak. I had to keep my mouth shut with a loud voice.

"It's nice to show off your friendship, but this time you'll have to do it properly."

Jinseok walked to the room next to the sickbay of the plague.

"It's not just Seo Yoo-Hwan we need to meet."

On the name tag in front of the room, the name of the country was clearly engraved.

"No, it is good to get along with this one ."

[Yes, no matter how much you misunderstand it .]

The two of them who fiercely tried to deny that they were good, but kept their mouths shut to the look of authenticity touching their lips with fingers.

Jinsuk knocked lightly. I heard a voice on the other side of the door.

"Who are you?"

The color of the bottle. No, it was more of a broken tone, like the will of life had been forcibly deprived than a sickness. Charles feels that, too. His eyes are slightly frozen. The user should approach the target with caution. Jinsuk took a breath and changed his voice to be more gentle.

"I am Kim Jin-seok, President of AMSS. May I see you for a moment, Mr. Ihanna?"

" ."

I waited a while, but there was no answer. Jinsuk looks embarrassed.

"Well, I don't think you're very welcome."

"What happened, sir?"

"If it's work, it's work."

Jinseok folded his arms and sighed once.

"Charles is primarily dedicated to research and combat, and I don't think he's ever seen anything like this, but I'm pretty familiar with him dealing with a lot of other superpowers."

"What if I'm used to it?"

"Well, it's simple. I am the President of AMSS. In other words, he is, in the eyes of the public, a representative of the superpowers. And Hannah was almost killed by her parents and herself and her friends."

" ."

Charles closes his mouth.

She's a girl I don't know. No one-sided meals, no indirect connections such as looking at pictures or knowing through others. Of course Charles doesn't have to feel guilty because of that girl's pain. But it struck him that the man who killed the girl's parents was a superpower. It has absolutely nothing to do with Charles, but it's not how people feel.

"Damn it."

Eventually, I said one word.

[Wake up. It's not your fault.]

"I know."

Charles scratches his head roughly.

I just have a taste for it. Charles was insensitive enough to burn himself with guilt, not this guilt.

"Then she must be blaming us a lot right now."

"Most likely."

I knew Jinsuk. The grudge and hatred of those who were killed by superpowers quietly, and sometimes violently, burns. Despair and wailing give a deep sense of clarity, and sometimes the fangs that reach up to themselves raise the heart rate to double and triple. What it feels like to see it.

'Ah, what despair do you show?'

Jinsuk grabbed the doorknob. Luckily, the lever gently turns back.

"Excuse me for a moment."

"Huh? Are you okay?"

Charles was startled by the fact that he opened the door without permission.

"I retreat when I'm normal, but this girl here is also a superpower."

Jinseok opens the door wide and steps forward.

"I can't go on like this."

In the room, it was no different from the morgue. The number of shelters, furniture, placement of furniture, etc. were all the same.

But crucially, there were two other things.

One is the ambiance of the room. Unlike the sickroom where the family took care of the egg courtyard and emitted warm warmth, although it seemed to be coated in inorganic white, the atmosphere of this room was really cold. Various types of forgeries and luggage are definitely making people feel good, but that's just it. This is what happens when you put color on loneliness and turn it into cold. The wide area of the one-person room was accelerating the atmosphere.

And the other one was a girl who sat on the bed and looked like she was going to kill me.

Black hair, like black, was compared to white sheets to show off its presence even more. Eyes, like a twinkling lake, and lips, combined with a smart nose and a small face, created a beautiful look for anyone to look at. The whole vibe is inviting. Her fierce eyes were the only exception, but even her fierce eyes looked beautiful.

But even so, the grumbling eyes couldn't feel good.

"Ugh!"

Charles takes a step back from his grumbling and cursing eyes. It was the first time Charles had ever seen human malice this bad. On the contrary, Jin took a step forward. I said hello with a nice smile, just like during the relaxation.

"Hello in charge of the General Manager of AMSS."

"I didn't say come in."

The voice of a seedy day catches and stops the words of the truth. Charles stares at Hannah with half horrified, half amazed. I had no idea there were people in the world cutting off the horses of AMSS presidents. With all that hostility.

However, Jin still did not unravel a favorable attitude.

"You're not responding."

"Anyone with an idea can pretty much assume that means no."

Enemies have been thoroughly added. Charles even admired the male Hannah. But in addition to that, there was also a hatred that rose from the depths of the heart. I understand her situation, but I've been watching him watch how hard and sacrificial he is for the world. The existence of Jinsuk was never worthy of such treatment.

Jinsuk who calculated Charles' heart gave me notice. Charles shuts his mouth.

Hannah is still fiercely staring at the truth. It wasn't just the eyes that could kill people. It was literally an unprecedented level of hacking.

" ."

I was silent for a while. A bizarre situation in which one person stares at the other person. It was true to break this blatant silence.

" Do you resent me, or the superpowers?"

" ."

There are no answers, but Hannah's attitude clearly speaks to her doctor.

"You and your childhood friend who saved you have become superpowers."

" !!!"

There was a reaction to this. Hannah bites her lip.

There was no irony to it. A superpower who wanted to kill his parents and rape himself. But the childhood friend who saved her was a superpower, and now she's a superpower herself. I want to blame the superpowers, but if I do, even my childhood friends will blame me.

Everything was chaotic. I was frustrated by the situation where I couldn't even complain properly.

"Emotions don't work on their own. It's funny how one of his most important principles of action is that he can't even control himself."

Jinseok slowly walked to Hannah's bed. I dragged a chair around and sat next to the bed. Hannah did not stop.

"You must be very confused. Now that we've just been through such a big deal, no doubt a normal person. Just to give you some advice, organize your feelings little by little to the extent that you don't get hurt. As a superpower, Mr. Lee Hannah is part of our AMSS, but we can wait long enough. We're not demons, either."

Jin took out his notebook and fountain pen, just as he did when he turned his pocket and talked to the plague.

"And if possible, can we hear the situation at that time?"

Hannah's eyes flutter and her body shivers slightly. It was an act I clearly didn't want to think about at that time. If I close my eyes right now, I think of that moment. Hannah forcefully turns her head away from the truth. Denial of action, by all accounts. But Jin wouldn't let her get away.

"Could be a lead on who killed your parents."

Suddenly, a terrifying glow passed from Hannah's eyes. A short distance away, Charles swallows his saliva. A panoramic emotion reminiscent of the sulfur of hell gripped people's hearts.

" Can I catch it?"

"'I can catch it. No'. We have to catch it."

He spoke boldly, but in a decisive tone.

"I told the police everything."

"But we are the experts in this field."

Hannah's attitude, looking at Jinsuk with a sword's gaze, softened a little. The true words of holding her parents' enemies somehow made her a little less vengeful.

"Can you tell me?"

" If you can catch the author."

Hannah closes her eyes and takes a big breath. Then, as much as I could suppress my emotions, I started to explain the situation. The pen starts spraying black ink as it runs around the notebook smoothly. If there is anything different from the perspective of the pandemic earlier, Jinjeong takes notes without much rest.

After the last words, Hannah sighs deeply. It reminded me of that craftsman who finished something difficult. It was such a hard work.

But he didn't finish there, he asked questions like this. Every time I answer, Hannah's eyebrows flutter. But I'm sure he noticed that, but he didn't stop asking questions. Charles is like, "He's the Devil. It reminded me.

Tak!

You cover the notebook with a loud voice to see if you've got what you want.

"Thank you very much."

Jinsuk bowed his head and thanked me and got up from the chair.

"Is it over?"

"Yes, it's over."

"Then get out."

Have you not yet resolved your emotions? No, in such a short time, I didn't feel like it was going to be easy. Jinsuk nods without making an impression.

"Last piece of advice before that."

He shoved his notebook and pen around and said, Hannah's fresh eyes return to her senses.

"Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone and talk to them than to tie them up and shave them off by yourself. who you can count on."

Reliable. The first thing Hannah thought about when she heard that was her family. But they are no more. Once again, my heart ached. An empty seat of self-reliant, reliable, and wholly unleashing love drew to me desperately. It doesn't mean that there are close relatives. Now the loneliness of being alone in the world has overwhelmed her again.

" No more."

She shakes her head at Hannah, who is crying helplessly.

"There's at least one."

Jinseok points his finger at one wall.

"A real friend who risked his life to save you."

Beyond that wall was the morgue.

Hannah's gaze shifts toward the wall, dazed along her fossil finger. I looked through the wall. It's as if you're looking beyond it.

I left her like that and walked to the door of the hospital. Charles quietly followed behind.

"I look forward to seeing you next time."

Tak!

With the sound of the door closing, the appearance of the stone and Charles disappears to the other side of the door. Until then, Hannah couldn't take her eyes off the affected room.