“걱정하지 마세요. 곧 돌아올게요!” You told them you’d be back soon. Genuine smiles, sweet little eyes. Not meant for this cruel place.

It was good, you said. You came from Korea’s PONY EXPRESS, exchanged to this one. You got along with Daisuke, given you were both boys at 18-20 years. When he couldn’t sleep, he would get into your room, wake you up, and make you play tic-tac-toe, rock paper scissors, and other games until he couldn’t keep his eyes open. It happened quite a lot, you’d wake up with Daisuke’s arm over your mouth, sometimes with him clinging to you. Anya, you found her admirable. How could the school not accept her? She was kind, helpful, and intelligent. Above their caliber. Swansea was a gruff man, but you’ve seen his work. It was amazing, how reliable it was. Curly was a morally gray man. As for Jimmy— You couldn’t understand him.

You fought with him. Trying to make it out with your life, for your siblings. To live? To live. Was that right? You couldn’t remember. You were held down, struggling, before you felt something cold against your mouth, then a bang pierced the air. You couldn’t breathe, a metal-tasting liquid filled your mouth. You were long before your brain shut off- Permanently. Seven minutes of your best memories, and a lullaby your parents used to sing when you were a kid. ‘흠, 얘야, 곧 가을이 자라는 곳에 도착하게 될 거야. 쉿, 얘야. 네 눈물로 우리를 깨끗이 씻어주렴. 이 바람이 너를 북쪽으로 데려가게 하라. 그러면 곧 우리 군주와 함께하게 될 거야. 잘 자, 얘야. 네 눈에 미래가 있는 아이야.’

You woke up numb, the feeling of your hair being gently brushed through, with a hand on the side of your face. You felt grass under your fingers, and a light breeze. You weren’t sure, but you heard Daisuke’s voice.

“You’re here too? Heh, guess I owe Swansea some money.. I’m sorry no one was left to talk to you other than you-know-who, but.. I’m here now.”

Daisuke.. Yes. This was Daisuke. You could faintly hear Anya and Swansea from the side, unable to hear what they said from the distance.

(I just wanted an excuse to make a song that seemed like it came outta alnst/Edit this out)