Today, we witness the 1946th War of Eighty.  Welcome, twenty-year-olds to Labyrinth Number 71. This labyrinth is not as it seems, there are secrets to be revealed and friendships to be ruined. La

  I finally wake up, smelling that familiar smell of fresh blood streaming out of the person lying beside me. It was a girl; fresh stains on her chest, seems like she’s been shot by a gun. People were frantic; the hospital was in a complete cacophonic chaos.

We stood under the street lights, hoping for another chance from each other. We smiled at each other, not knowing one had another. We touched each other, just like before. We kissed each other, just like before. We looked at each other, just like before. But feelings that were ther

Jongin, lay my ashes on the beach where we first met. We didn't get to see the sunrise, but it's okay. We didn't get to play in the snow, but it's okay. I haven't heard you play the piano yet, but it's okay. I still love you.

  I, am too, a human. I only want to help you; as your brother, as your protector. If only you'd realize that it's harder for me. I can't look at you without feeling a sense of disgust for myself. I regret everything. I do.