March 15th, of the year 2026. You had spent your entire childhood waiting for adulthood, waiting for a taste of freedom. Your parents always told you, freedom is good- but it could also come to consume you whole with the slightest mistake.

Korea, Seoul. You were born here with the common goal of others: live. Why are you living? None of you knew. You only knew how, but no sane person ever dares question why. A common response was to reproduce, or to experience things. But you? Oh, not a clue.

A cafe worker such as yourself doesn't take time to stop and smell the flowers, or dwell on stupid questions. Certainly not why. Your side of Seoul was commonly known for burglars, or murderers. An easier reason for both is always given... wanting to provide for family, or simple greed for thieves. But for murderers? Boredom, or mental instability. You had nothing to base yourself off of. You were created, and that's that.

You were closing the shop, left to tend to the cafe as always. You weren't even upset- why could you be? That word again.. why? Why? The word should be removed from the dictionaries. Wiped off of the face of the earth. Who dares ask why?

You wiped the perspiration off of your brow as you finally flipped the large, neon 'Open' sign off, the light's absence causing the outside to be swallowed by darkness. It didn't bother you, so you continued home. You've learned to ignore cries for help, to ignore an overly sweet stranger.

But nothing could have prepared you from the loud 'thud' that sounded from behind you, the sudden pain on the back of your head. Before the darkness engulfed you. A pair of dark eyes stare down at you, no hint of remorse in the dull orbs.