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WEEK  : LIE [Wonhui]

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In the dark, mysterious, confusing things that are hidden there. What exactly is it?

It had been a long time since he had wondered.

The young man ran his fingertips along the restraints, cold and silent.

How long has he been like this?

Ten years, a hundred years, maybe even a thousand years?

He himself wasn't so sure.

I forgot some things.

But I still remember one thing.

'Wait for me and I will come to you.'

He closed his eyes slowly, letting go of the sounds in his head.

The darkness was replaced by colors.

The sound of talking drowns out the sound of chains.

'Apostle Wonwoo You assassinated the King.'

'The evidence is strong. Only those with a rebellious heart have mottled wings like yours.'

He knelt in the midst of the circle. Didn't answer the words that those people accused.

One of the soldiers ripped off his wings. Show others the deep black color hidden within.

The sound of the steppe resounded in all directions.

'His mind was shrouded in darkness. Dare to assassinate the King You must dare to receive the rewards.'

'Assassinate the King and slander him. One death sentence will not be enough!'

There was no shred of hope to hope for. He accepted the consequences of his actions from the moment he took them.

The young man lowered his head. The two wings were wedged into a piece of wood. Two hands tied tightly

'Slow down'

'Respect the Prince'

Like a burnt-out lamp receives sparks.

The young man raised his head slowly. Look at the tall man he is loyal to and admires.

'As you said. The death penalty would not be enough punishment for killing the King.'

'What do you mean?'

'Letting one live in misery is the real punishment.'

Wonwoo just smiled. What is he hoping for?

'Broken both wings and imprisoned it in darkness forever'

'Accept orders'

The soldiers bowed their heads to receive orders. Rough hands tear and tear the wings on the back.

Blood splattered, staining the white feathers red. But no sound could be heard.

The young man pursed his lips tightly. Clench your fists until the blood vessels bulge. His eyes were completely black and didn't move from the scene in front of him.

But the picture was very blurry. Maybe it was because of the drops of blood that splashed into his eyes.

Or maybe it was death that was creeping up on us.

He was pulled to his feet. dragged along a rough road

Chained hands and feet

Led into complete, eternal darkness.

Before he forgets himself A voice penetrated my nerves. The voice was surprisingly familiar.

'Thank you for your loyalty. Your reward is to live and wait for me.'

'Prince'

Pronouns that are called with a hoarse voice are laughable to the listener.

'I am now the King. One more thing, call me like before, Wonwoo.'

'Jun.. Jun..'

'Wait for me. After the coronation ceremony, I will come back again. I've been quite busy lately preparing to be a good king.'

'Wait, I'll wait'

'Excellent'

The voice laughed again.

He felt a slight warmth on his head.

before fading away in a fraction of a second

Wonwoo opened his eyes. All I see is endless darkness.

A single tear rolled down the side of his cheek. He let it flow slowly.

young man hugging himself And closed my eyes again

nevermind

He must come.

Jun will definitely come.