The blinding light of this happy planet settled on the glass of the windows. Its energy reached my room and woke me from my heavy sleep.
The calmness in the early breeze made my soul shiver from peace. The drizzle of the cold air was silence, making my body agitated from cold.

My life became a kind of boring after I got adopted.
I feel trapped in a time loop with no escape, faded on this earth. The only hero who could save me passed away several years ago.
And today, I'm alive to celebrate his death and my mistaken birth.

I was disgusted by the reflection on the piece of glass hanging on the bathroom wall.
My facial expressions turned darker as I looked to myself through the miroir. Repulsion rose promptly on my throat while the reflectore invisible colour seemed to get bland.
The signs that this sincere object was slipping into my consciousness were obvious, I must be ashamed of myself, afraid of myself, and I need to behave myself from myself.
This shitty day is just beginning, this shitty life is just beginning too but this fucking joy will never begin and never come . You deceived an unhappy father in search of a little smile, you mocked his daughter who always believed in you and kept hope alive. May this expensive joy be cursed.

The house is deafeningly quiet. The owners were still asleep. I decided to leave the house and calmly stroll blindly through the deserted city streets.

"What a charmingly familiar face I see there."
Said a rock voice.
I recognized him by its cold, mocking temperament.
Our paths often crossed even though the city was gigantic. I sighed and turned in his direction.

"How's my favorite criminal? The one who put my little sister in a coma a week ago." He said, avoiding me with his deep black eyes.
A false mask of shock suddenly covered my face. "Soo-jin is in a coma?"

"It's not a big deal, girl, I don't fucking care about here situation, I'm just enjoying my fortune."

"Oh , by the way , it's about time you gave me some money man, I did you a favor, I lost my job to make you the sugar daddy a lot of kids want."
I held out my empty hand, closed my eyes and waited to feel a mass of banknotes weighing in my palm.
I felt someone standing behind me, something metallic and cold caressing the back of my neck.
When I opened my eyes, Joo-seo had disappeared and a ravishing necklace was unwrapping along my neck.
Joo-seo whispered in my ear from behind me, "Happy birthday, my fallen angel."