Chapter 3

"Please... forgive me. Have pity on me," I vowed. I also close my eyes tightly. I was shivering and in pain, and the red fluid that was coming out of one of my knees continued to flow. I fight and suffer.

"Compassion? I don't have the word 'mercy' in my vocabulary," he said unsatisfied, first looking at my second knee. He grinned and looked up at me.

"You'll be happier if you do it a second time," he said, then slammed my knee with a hammer and kept hitting me. I wiped the dried blood off my face that I didn't notice. And the moment I applied it, it smelled and tasted like metal. The smile returned to my face.

I looked at the people here, and there were traces of fear and tension on their faces. Maybe they didn't understand what they saw, but that's not my problem. If one does not follow me, two will follow.

One woman couldn't finish her word or her name when I looked at her immediately. She's still wearing a white "BTS" shirt, just like the girl you see on her phone.

He looked at me and almost whispered...

"Please, just me. Let Jae--" As I approached him, I couldn't hear the end of what he was saying and slammed into a nearby seat.

"I'm not Jae—"

"Zera? What's wrong with Rommel holding his blouse collar?".

"What did you call it?" I said arrogantly and hesitantly.

"Rommel. isn't your name ' His bold and fearless remark made me tighten his stranglehold.

"Would you choose, would you kill, or would you pay homage?"