The Price of Survival

The men stared at her with grotesque expressions, their steps faltering.

It was suicide, yet it didn’t look like suicide.

It was something far more desperate, far more enraged.

Her body, now a slashed and bloodied corpse, collapsed to the ground.

Whether it was a blessing or a curse, nothing else happened.

The men, watching as she lay motionless like any other corpse, exhaled in relief.

Heesoo had tried to run, slipping away from their grasp, but her legs failed her.

She stumbled, falling repeatedly.

Seeing Minjoo take her own life in such a sickening way had shaken her to the core, far more than she had anticipated.

It wasn’t long before they caught her.

This time, she made no sound.

The men, fearing she might do the same as Minjoo, hurriedly tied her up.

They pulled out ropes and bound her tightly.

They were thieves.

They scavenged from Outsiders who had survived the Dark Hole, stealing their belongings, selling them into slavery.