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All he wanted to do, all he ever wished for is to go back home…Over and over everyday —however his wish — the thing he ever moved for was just a ‘wish’, it had no meaning when he can’t remember who his parents were, who his friends are, what his situation was like…all that remained was the warmth provided by those missing memories—but, he had no actual memories of those times…nothing and no clue. Even this body was not his, it was just a horrific jumbled mess of all sorts of monsters and humans, made just for him who stole this chimera’s body.
He was Kim Soleum, a man who passed his early 20s—but, how old was he? He doesn’t remember.
Who are his parents?
His friends?
What did his home even look like?
No matter how much thought he gave it, for days now, he couldn’t figure out.
The good friend he always had in his pocket was actually just like him, but now that he is in his situation, he couldn’t figure out how the other felt fine staying in that rabbit body.
Don’t get him wrong, he loves a lot of people in this world, however, he yearns for his home, that safe place where everything is safe…
In this familiar company, with the current slavery contract— one where he has to work forever— watching the stars on the terrace of the company, he took out something from his tattoo.
It was a box all too familiar to him, but something he hadn't touched in years, something he used to know sometime in the past he doesn’t remember, a pack of cigarettes.
Taking one out and fiddling with it for sometime while gazing at this alternate universe’s Seoul night, he eventually brought the mouthpiece between his lips, his gaze sunken and shoulders hunched before finishing his hesitation and lighting the end.
Smoke eventually comes out, similar to the now-familiar-smoke coming from his uniform— a familiar smell wafted, filing his new keen senses and drowning him in, taking a whiff, the toxic smoke traveled towards his lungs, slipping inside like a memory—familiar yet unrecognizable and left him yearning for more, just like that, the fog, consumed his mind, drowning him in, it strangly didn’t hurt, it wasn’t pleasant either, yet, it was just right, as if filling something he had always missed—fitting right in its spot.
“....”
Smoke went out from his parted lips, his hazy eyes looking at the night’s full moon…
“....”
Yet, despite all that toxic drowning— he still feels it…
His will to go back home.