episode_0227

This is a happy world.

A kingdom that carves out everyone’s painful memories, like cutting out the rotten parts of a fruit.

“The witch is running away!”

The witch who eats memories went deep into the forest to avoid people.

There was no one in the kingdom who did not know the face of the ‘witch’, and people carrying torches and weapons wandered through the forest in pursuit of the witch.

“What is this? How do I read a map?”

“Don’t the soldiers know that? Give it to me!…… How do you read it? Let’s hold it up to the torch.”

Those chasing the witch had a refreshing mind.

The people of the kingdom were already refreshed beyond return.

Where did it go wrong?

The witch, who had safely escaped the forest, turns her head.

The person following behind,

There wasn’t a single one.

… … .

One day, the witch arrived at a dried-up lake.

A woman, walking with her tired body, looks down at the lake.

Known to all the people of the kingdom,

The witch’s face, which everyone unanimously praised as beautiful.

But there was no happiness to be found there.

One day, it was a similar expression to the people who came to the witch’s house asking to have their memories erased.

There is no turning back now.

The witch was sad.

“… … .”

A face full of pain, reflected in the lake.

Finally the witch reached out.

“… … Tell me.”

Knock. Knock.

With tears of blood flowing endlessly.

Refreshing waves wash over the sandy beach.

… … .

“Remember! There will be a way!”

“What are you meddling in? Get out of here!”

“Who the hell drew that grandma’s pornography!! Someone find that kid and cut his hand off!”

“Are you my mom? Who is my mom? Are you my mom?”

One day.

‘Someone’ made his way through the crumbling city.

People with their heads wrapped in fresh air passed by ‘someone’,

No one could remember ‘someone’s’ face.

“… … Sigh.”

I let out a painful breath,

Remember those who are hurting in your heart.

So that even if they forget everything else, they will remember me forever.

I walk down the messy road, wiping away the tears of blood that flow endlessly.

“Why…Why…”

Who. Why. How. What.

A word that is always mixed into people’s conversations.

‘Someone’ remembers in his heart the kingdom he destroyed.

“… … .”

Someone who is neither a saint nor a witch.

A woman who has lost her place to go and where to return to moves forward without a destination.

Every time I step on the remains of a fallen kingdom, a corner of my heart aches.

The kingdom, built on tilted pillars, swayed precariously even in the slightest breeze,

Eventually, it collapses without a trace, letting out a pitiful scream.

“… … .”

The end of a refreshing morning,

A world where dark night has come.

What should I do?

How can I make morning come?

‘Someone’ stands still in the middle of a collapsing kingdom.

… … .

This is a forgotten world.

A kingdom where a witch with the curse of forgetfulness lives.

Morning never comes.

“… … .”

“Excuse me… Is that your mom?”

A ‘someone’ without a face.

Looking down at the child who came up to me like an idiot and grabbed my sleeve,

“… … Tell me.”

Do the only kindness you can.

… … .

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Swish…

It’s raining.

It’s the kind of weather that reveals Do Jong-ha’s heart.

“Ugh…”

“hiccup… hiccup….”

A foreign car with an old-fashioned design.

A foul odor stung my nostrils, and a groan of pain could be heard from the passenger seat.

A terrible nightmare.

A terrible nightmare that doesn’t wake you up even if you bite your cheek with all your might…

Do Jong-ha grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and looked straight ahead.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

A detective agency appears before your eyes.

But I can’t move.

“Cluck! Grumble…”

In the passenger seat, where there was nothing until just now,

Because a bloody woman was trying to set her broken neck.

The blood splattered on his cheek flows down like tears.

Thump. Thump.

I don’t have the courage to look at the passenger seat.

When I turn my head to the other side, I don’t want to turn my back to ‘that thing’.

All Do Jong-ha could do was stare straight ahead without saying a word… and glance at the woman who had ‘crashed’ into the passenger seat.

The ambiguity created by fear.

The first fear I felt as an A-class hunter was the smell of cold death.

“Kekekeke! Woofweek…!”

“… … hiccup.”

I can’t breathe.

He must have run away. He must have locked the door.

How did you get into the passenger seat?

Do Jong-ha could not understand.

“Cough…… Ah, it hurts.”

“… … .”

“The car is getting dirty too… So open the door, please.”

Just one minute.

The time when the terrible groans turned into human voices.

‘That thing’, which had recovered in an instant, looked at Do Jong-ha.

A beautiful voice, out of place in the bloody space, tore at her mind.

“… … Uh, Galaxy… Galaxy?”

“Yes.”

Called my name.

‘That thing’ answers, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

It was such a comfortable and clear voice for someone whose neck had just been broken to say such things.

It’s so scary.

‘To survive here… I have to subdue the Galaxy Hunter? How can I do it? Can I, a top-class Hunter, do it? Am I just making you angry?’

There is no way.

Was the A-class hunter ID I had in my wallet such a shabby thing?

I’d rather exchange it for the D-class Hunter ID that the Galaxy Hunter has.

Rattling!!

This is a bad habit.

Finally, she turned to the side and pulled hard on the driver’s door handle.

I wanted to run away.

Rattle rattle rattle rattle!!

The door won’t open. Is it broken?

As a last resort, I tried hitting the side window with all my might, but the window didn’t break and my fist didn’t even hurt.

The laws of physics are wrong.

Or maybe it’s an expensive foreign car, so the car windows are strong.

“Where are you going, leaving your subordinates behind?”

“… … Since he was saved by Galaxy’s potion, Galaxy wouldn’t harm him, right? ”

“I won’t harm Mr. Do Jong-ha either. It just makes me feel refreshed.”

“Should I get my stomach washed?”

“Wash the organs a little higher up? Maybe?”

I don’t know anything.

How did it come to this?

If only I had opened the door to the galaxy earlier instead of running away,

I wonder if you feel at ease.

thud…

He hit his forehead against the side window through which rainwater was flowing down.

The A-class hunter ID I keep in my wallet feels a bit shabby today.

Should I just throw away this hunter ID?

It’s useless against real monsters.

“… … .”

Swish.

Rain dripping down the window.

A woman’s breathing can be heard from the passenger seat behind her.

“Sure enough, I opened my eyes.”

and,

Do Jong-ha turned to the side and looked out the window,

In a landscape with pouring rain……

『… … .』

Something, holding onto the window frame with both hands and peeking out,

I was quietly looking up at Do Jong-ha.

“… … Hit me. At least make me faint.”

Do Jong-ha’s eyes turned red.

… … .

… … .

“What is causing you pain?”

Just then, Do Jong-ha, who had lost even the will to run away, gave up all resistance.

Eunha, who leaned out from the passenger seat, hugged Do Jong-ha, who turned to the side, from behind.

Kwaaak…

A hand without a single callus firmly holds Do Jong-ha’s waist. Strong enough to break it.

The peaceful beating of Eunha’s heart is mixed with the sound of Dojongha’s heart, consumed by fear.

“Tell me.”

The woman said.

A bloody woman comforts Do Jong-ha.

Her words were waves crashing against the sandy beach,

Do Jong-ha’s heart was like a sand castle built on a sandy beach.

“… … Every day is difficult.”

The gently rolling waves begin to wash away the trash buried in the sand castle, one by one.

“We caught a serial killer. He was a villain who killed 12 people for pleasure. ”

“… … .”

“Before I received the request and found the guy, two more people died.”

Swish.

Refreshing sound.

Do Jong-ha, who had been trembling with fear until just now, calmly tells us about his pain.

‘Tsk. If I make a mistake, won’t all my memories of being a detective disappear?’

I tried to just quickly pull out the memories of the monster, but was it too much?

Still, it’s better than being dead.

Kook! Kook!

Eunha pushed up Dojongha’s groin with the hand that was holding her waist so that he could quickly let out the pain.

A simple Heimlich maneuver to use when a foreign body is lodged in the airway.

It worked.

The words stuck in my throat start to come out in a jumbled manner.

As expected, most problems can be solved by hitting or pressing.

“When a request comes in, I first examine the corpse. When one request is finished, a new corpse comes in front of me.”

“Is that what detective work is all about?”

“I get a lot of requests like this because of my ‘skill’.”

Swish.

Refreshing sound.

As the dam gates open, the pain that has been blocking my heart leaks out.

Do Jong-ha, who had been trembling with fear until just now, calmly expressed his pain.

Cook! Cook!

He pushes the chin up and tells me to say what I want to say.

“I became a detective because I wanted to save people… but all I see is people’s corpses.”

Is it some kind of sense of skepticism?

Do Jong-ha said.

People who are not saved by a moment’s judgment. Mistakes that come unintentionally.

It was a pain I couldn’t tell anyone, and it was a heavy story to tell to someone I just met today.

Even famous people have pain.

Although it wasn’t a story that I could really relate to.

Eunha carefully rescued her pain.

Swish.

One day, just like everyone did in the happy kingdom.

Someone’s painful memories are swept away by the pure white waves.

“But today was different. My subordinate suddenly got old, started talking strangely… and ran away from a monster-like woman, and then came chasing me in a horrible state.”

“She’s a monster.”

“Actually, I was a little tired at that time… If it’s this dangerous, I want to stop now.”

Ah, it’s broken.

He is mentally weaker than you might think.

I can’t believe I’m this scared because a D-class hunter chased me in a strange way.

Contrary to the title of detective, I cautiously wonder if he is a person with little courage and a weak bladder.

But that’s okay.

Because tomorrow, I’ll forget all about the weird stuff and start off refreshed.

Eunha said she would continue to support him, patting Do Jongha’s smooth stomach.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay when you wake up one night. So don’t give up on being a detective.”

“… … .”

“I’ll take the painful memories and the painful things. Because I’m a hunter.”

Swish…

The sound of rain falling,

The sound of white waves rolling.

like that,

Dojong sent his aching heart to the dazzling Milky Way.

… … .

… … .

Pure white waves are crashing.

A sand castle built on a sandy beach.

Time goes by.

Without waiting for us.

… … .

“Mr. Do Jong-ha. He was such a kind person.”

7pm.

Throw Do Jong-ha and his subordinates, who are heading to dreamland, into the detective agency,

‘Saetbyeol Apartment’ barely returned after cleaning the blood-covered car.

Eunha smiled proudly as she caressed the ‘1++ sticker’ attached to her chest.

If it weren’t for this lightweight artifact, I would have had to leave the two people in the car and come back.

‘Ms. Banharin told me not to come just in case… Okay. This should be resolved well.’

Knock knock…

I enter the apartment entrance dragging the carrier I picked up from the cafe.

Now, the apartment feels comfortable and a warm smell seems to be emanating from it.

“Oh my…”

“I’m back, sir.”

“Was the sawing fun, Miss? Even if I told you not to, if you just take your eyes off of it…”

“I became phone friends with Grandpa Park.”

The old man who was making clay dolls in the security office welcomed me warmly today.

I wonder if his heart is not in good condition, seeing him hitting his chest.

Eun-ha tells the old man to be more considerate of her age and runs away into the apartment.

I was really sick today too.

I met detective Do Jong-ha on my way to work,

[Euncheon Park] My whole body is old and broken,

He chased after the fleeing Do Jong-ha and crashed into the passenger seat of her car with the power of [Silhouette] in the apartment.

‘My head hurts…’

And, the pain of Do Jong-ha, who was swept away by the waves, shook Eun-ha’s mind back and forth like a wave.

The pain that flows away doesn’t disappear, but rather builds up here…

Eunha, who was pounding her throbbing temple with her fist, wiped the blood flowing from her eyes.

No one will know how much he was hurting.

Dojonghado, you’ll forget everything tomorrow.

Even Banharin and Bangul, who are worried, probably don’t know.

‘Yeah. That’s what all hunters do.’

I thought positively.

He saved a person’s life with a ‘little’ pain.

I had a good time sawing off the annoying [Grandpa Park] and even exchanged phone numbers.

At this point, it’s a decent business.

Eunha thought she was happy.

Knock knock… Knock knock…

I took the elevator up to the 9th floor.

The apartment is quiet today. There are no fallen dolls in the hallway, and no bugs scurrying about.

What’s going on?

Eunha looked up the stairs to the 10th floor, thinking of the cute ‘Fly’.

“There is nothing more frightening to ‘us’ than oblivion and loneliness.”

“Oh, sir. When did you come?”

“If you hang around the hallway like that, you’ll get complaints. Go home quickly.”

The old security guard who followed Eunha said this while putting down a clay doll in the 9th floor hallway.

I feel like I’m being bullied.

Meanwhile, the old man is giving Eunha a hint by arranging clay dolls in the hallway.

“… Okay. Have a good night tonight too.”

“Thank you for your hard work, Miss… ‘We’ will not forget.”

“Okay then.”

Meaningful words.

Eunha stuck out her lips and stumbled into room 904.

With lighter steps than before.

… … .

Rattling.

When I came into the house, it was much quieter than before.

Eunha, who placed her carrier on the shoe rack and trudged into the living room, plopped down on the soft sofa.

“Haa…… It hurts.”

I curl up in the park, caressing my chapped skin over and over again.

My shattered cervical vertebrae still sting.

It hurt so much I wanted to die.

So it’s okay.

I feel the pain as pain, so I am still in my right mind.

Eunha raised the corners of her mouth as she thought about the two hunters she had saved.

If you keep stirring up weird things in random places, I’ll have to give you a saw.

“Oh, right. I have to donate blood too… Let’s do it tomorrow. I’m sick today.”

How long did I roll around on the sofa like that?

She took out her cell phone one by one and made a call to someone.

Dooroo…

Dooroo…

… … Beep.

– 『… … That guy is so ugly. There are so many stones to press on…』

“Grandpa. You got a call.”

An old man’s voice came from a cell phone that was marked as out of range.

– 『… … I realized it one day.』

“What?”

– “Contact me again later.”

Pirolong.

The phone call was disconnected.

He pretended to be so wise, but was embarrassed when he was caught struggling with a cell phone?

Eunha burst into laughter and put down her smartphone.

Wise old man.

I’ll have to ask what you want for dinner later.

“… So, let’s finish the story.”

How long did I roll around like that, holding my head in my hands?

She was reminiscing about each new relationship,

I got up from the sofa, sweeping back my hair that was mixed with the sunset color.

Knock knock……

Outside the window, the night sky is dark as dusk falls.

‘Something’ was opening the veranda window and coming into the living room.

… … .

A monster that always has its head sticking out from the veranda railing.

Strangely enough, I don’t remember its face.

“Hello. Thanks to you, I saved people again this time.”

“……hi.”

“Where did you sell the lower half of your body that I lent you last time and only gave you the upper half?”

“I got hurt because the weather was hot.”

“You should have put it in the fridge when you’re not using it. I won’t lend it to you again.”

Even though Eunha wasn’t asleep yet, she crawled into the living room, dragging her upper body.

Why did you come at this hour?

A being that washes away someone’s painful memories approaches Eunha.

“… … Come to think of it, you’ve never hurt me.”

A moment of thought.

Eunha looked at the approaching ‘thing’ with a complicated smile,

I slowly bent down and sank to the lukewarm living room floor.

Swish… swish…

‘Something’ is crawling.

To fill the unfulfilled regret.

He approached Eunha, who was sitting on the floor, spread her legs wide and pushed himself in between them.

Thud.

Galaxy, who fell backwards without resisting, looks up at the ceiling while being crushed by ‘that thing’.

Is it because I only have the upper body?

It was so light that even the muscle strength of a paltry galaxy could lift it.

“What brings you here at this hour?”

『… You always have a sick face.』

“Why can’t we have a conversation even when we talk face to face? Aren’t you curious to be honest?”

“I came early. I thought you might get sick.”

A slender hand hugged her waist.

To say something that is difficult to express in words, strongly and powerfully.

‘That thing’, with its face buried in the galaxy’s large chest, raises its head and looks up at her.

The tears of blood that flow endlessly do not stain the galaxy’s boxti, but scatter and disappear like sand.

“I hope my pain becomes someone’s happiness.”

Swish…

My head, which had been throbbing as if it was going to burst, suddenly feels refreshed.

A strange yet familiar feeling.

The job of ‘that thing’ that comes into bed every night.

“… … I appreciate everything and it’s great, but why are you taking off your clothes?”

“Shall I tell you?”

“No. I’m the type to sleep naked.”

I really don’t know what those monsters are thinking.

As long as it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t matter what happens.

Eunha lay on the lukewarm living room floor, her heavy eyelids closed, like a jellyfish being swept away by the pure white waves.

… … .

“Even if no one remembers your pain… I will not forget.”

A faint laughter touches Eunha’s lips.

… … .

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3. When going to bed, keep the balcony windows closed, but do not lock them.

– Anyone would feel bad if a door that was always open was locked one day.

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… … … .

… … This is a forgotten kingdom.

A world where something lives that is neither a saint nor a witch.

How much time has passed?

I don’t know.

“Tell me.”

We advance through a kingdom where ‘something’ that is nothing is collapsing.

No one will recognize it.

It cannot be mixed anywhere.

“Tell me.”

but,

Today too, women carry people’s pain.

I know better than anyone that it cannot be reversed, but

Because this is all I can do for those who are sick.

Every night, the woman

Find a house with open windows…

Relieve the people’s pain one by one.

Because I can’t forget it.

The happy faces of those who have forgotten their pain,

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The warmth of those who bow their heads in gratitude,

Because I can’t forget it.

“Tell me.”

There are no words of thanks.

Of course.

It is a world that is perishing because of one’s own fault.

No one is grateful to ‘something’ whose face they don’t even know.

“Tell me.”

But the woman moves forward.

Because I can’t turn away from people who are in pain.

Every night, he opens the window and comes in, taking the people’s suffering with him.

Abi also forgot his family memories.

There are soldiers who have even forgotten how to hold a sword.

Even those who called themselves witches and chased after me.

There are also those who are so hurt that they want to collapse.

The next morning, I wake up with a refreshing mind and a smile.

“Who is it! Catch him!”

“Over there… No, where did it go? Anyway, it went!”

Being chased again.

Come back again

Open the window again.

“I don’t hurt anymore… Are you a saint?”

“No. No. ”

Taking it away is a painful memory.

And, the memories of the saint and the witch.

Knock knock…

If I could take everyone’s pain.

If the story of the saint and the witch were erased from everyone’s mind.

If so, this world,

Can we start again?

Would you allow me to do so?

That was the only struggle that ‘something’ could do,

Because I thought it was the only way to atonement.

The faceless woman cries tears of blood incessantly,

I walk the path of hardship that no one knows about in secret.

… … .

This is a world that is being destroyed.

A kingdom in pain, recalling forgotten, precious memories.

and,

A country where a woman lives who collects everyone’s pain.

… … Ugh!!

“This… This bitch! This bitch is a witch! I remember! I remember!”

Take away the people’s suffering,

Advance through the ruins of the kingdom.

Even if I get my waist cut off while I’m still alive and everyone points at me.

Something that had forgotten its own face crawled forward along the floor.

“Please. I hope…”

Everyone forgets the pain of being ‘me’,

Welcome to a new morning.

… … .

… … .

like that.

The sorrow of a woman who wanted to embrace everyone’s pain eventually reached the sky.

‘Something’ whose face had been forgotten rose from the darkness.

『… … .』

That which is not remembered goes forward.

Without fail.

Putting pure white waves into the flowing tears of blood.

The dark night is coming to an end,

I hope your morning starts off refreshingly.

… … … .

… … .

… … .

“Thank you.”

『… … .』

So, just this once.

Even just once would be fine.

“Thank you so much.”

Those words I can’t forget even after death.

I hope I can hear it again…

… … .

… … .

Bbong-bbang~. Bbong-bbang~.

“Oh my… my back…… What is it? What’s going on?”

like that.

The painful and dark night is over.

A refreshing morning came to mind.