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      by Emerlyn — "..." I silently turned to look at Kei. He was gazing at me with an unusually serious expression on his face. "You know what happened to the previous dolls Director Joo played with, right?" 'They all died.' Lee Yuna's words flashed through my mind. The ultimate fate that Kei, I, and perhaps everyone else knew. "If you keep holding out, you'll just die like a dog." It was a scathing assessment, but it was true. Either die by Joo Do-hwa's hand or by Chairman Joo's. That was why I had made…
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      by Emerlyn — ‘What, you know it well.’ Kei replied with a disappointed face and let out a chuckle. Then suddenly, he turned to me with eyes wide open. His gaze was filled with astonishment. ‘Wait, don't tell me you…’ ‘Kei.’ I cut off his words and placed a whiskey glass on the table. Following what I learned at the shop, I set up the snacks and then opened the whiskey bottle, filling the ice-filled glass. The ice in the glass clinked, making a small noise. ‘Let me know before you stop…
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      by Emerlyn — I first saw Kei when winter was approaching my eighteenth year. It was a time when I was looking for boxes to cover myself from the suddenly cold weather, and always carrying the money I had saved bit by bit because I had nowhere else to keep it. It was a time when I had the nerve to ignore a corpse discarded in a pile of trash, but also a time to be wary of sudden presences. 'Ugh...' The black mass that I had momentarily thought was a corpse groaned in pain, proving my assumption was wrong. Judging…
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      by Emerlyn — "..." I instinctively hunched my shoulders. Both his voice and the content felt too ticklish. Being called pretty wasn't particularly embarrassing, but I still hadn't developed immunity to his breath next to my ear. "So hold your head up." His hand moved up my arm and gently massaged my nape. He seemed to think I was acting timidly out of intimidation, not realizing I had shrunk inward because of him. Or maybe he knew and was pretending not to as he fiddled with me. "The clothes suit you well…
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      by Emerlyn — The room with a hand-sized window was the dormitory shared by the Oceans employees. It was small enough to barely fit my body, but having a private room was a stroke of luck. The other employees had to sleep with the same blanket, cramped together in the large shared space. At first, I also shared a room with the other employees, but at night there were those who would grope me, so my sleeping arrangement was changed. To be precise, it was because every time I couldn't endure it and flipped them over…
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      by Emerlyn — Where should I start correcting him? Shouldn't I say that the corpse was fake, so his father didn't actually kill me? No, saying that would probably lead to an even worse outcome. It was best to avoid that. "You don't even know why your father is looking for Yoon Ji-soo. What if she owes him money or something..." "I know." "...What?" His brief answer left me momentarily at a loss for words. Joo Do-hwa asserted without moving his face muscles, his expression still the same. "I said I know…
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      by Emerlyn — I thought this might be an overreaction, but he showed no particular response. There was still a faint smile on his lips, and his gaze toward me was no different from usual. His mood even seemed to improve during this time. "There's nothing you shouldn't hear, hyung." His voice was as soft as a dream, seemingly pleased about something. He reached out toward me and smoothed out my crumpled sleeve. Then he continued to fiddle with the hem of my clothes. "You remember the party that's happening this…
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      by Emerlyn — Why would he want to sleep in my room when he had a perfectly fine room of his own? It was incomprehensible behavior, but at the same time, a memory came to the surface. 'I want to sleep here too.' Was it back when we were staying at the villa? The child who had called me a coward, afraid of the dark, had started coming to my room to sleep together from the next morning onward. They would climb onto the bed, hugging a pillow much bigger than themselves, and make themselves comfortable. 'Move over…
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