BP 21

After closing the door to the counseling room, Seung-hyun looked at his hand. It was twitching violently. It looked so weak that it triggered a sense of repulsion. He clenched his fist tightly, as if to crush the vibration.

Seung-hyun hadn't understood the question Daniel had asked a moment ago. Before the words could enter his ears, the sound vanished, the forms collapsed, and the colors faded. What did he say? Since nothing had reached him, he couldn't accept it or answer. What does he want me to say? I have nothing to say. Why is he asking that? I don't want to say it. No. No. What was the question in the first place?

As he walked aimlessly, Seung-hyun's footsteps grew heavy. They became so heavy that when he looked down, the ground was a mire. Mud as filthy as Oni clung in clumps around his feet. Seung-hyun's brow furrowed sharply. An indescribable unpleasantness tangled and boiled inside his body. The strength left his pale fists, and he brought his hands up to his head. He irritably gripped his untrimmed hair.