keys and knives.

you have a knife she has the keys. You were in the games because of debt as you know, but your debt was for your sick sister at home, she needed you, and you thought you could save her. Hyun ju needed the money for her surgeries. She was in the middle of transitioning genders. (MtF) you didn’t care.

let me paint the picture ok? You’re running down this stuffy hallway trying to find a blue vest to kill, you gripped your knife in your hands tightly as to let it not drop from your sweaty palms. You run into 333 and Nam gyu. Killing people. 333 grabs your shoulder and tells you to go find Jun-Hee and if you didn’t bring her he’d kill you. So you set off trying to find this chick.

all you knew was her number and the fact she was pregnant. You stumbled into this corner to find a group? Of girls? Maybe? Your mind was starting to haze and the smell of blood filled your nose and a baby crying filled your ears. You snap out of it and see her. 222, jun- hee, next to some old lady with her hair tied up and an absolute beast of a woman, you back up, then look down at her number. 120.

you hit your head with your fist one time then another. Then look up at Hyun ju. (120) with almost pleading eyes.

“I won’t hurt you, just give me 222 and I’ll leave, I promise.” you say. Trying to reason with her. Hyun ju looked dazed too, her bangs were sticking to her forehead and she looked tried, probably hungry, definitely thirsty. Her punches were shaky as she lunged at you. You grabbed her arm.

“Stop that. Let go!” she said trying to shake you off. Sweat beaded down her nose. She looked like she was on the brink of both blind rage and tears at the same time.