Haneul’s POV:

Running~, I was running but I had no idea why, occasionally I would look back to see if anyone was chasing me, but strangely no one was there; still my legs continued to move on their own accord as a weird feeling was growing in my chest different thoughts where going though my head, ‘What is this? Is this real? Why can’t i stop running, what is this feeling in my chest?, why is this happening to me? Why can’t it be someone else?” soon enough my eyes started watering, like they always did.

Ever since i was a baby as soon as I cried someone would pick me up and give me attention, which to be given this sort of attention at a young age could cause problems later on.  I cried, I cried out for mom just like I always did, But still my legs carried me away...

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“wah~, finally its done!” the masked painter let out a sigh of relief. I was watching her from behind a large jar of what smelled fermenting kimchi. It had seemed to get dark by the time reached the strange place. I looked around trying work out my surroundings, the Masked painter was in a large temple, that was surrounded by small lanterns that gently illuminated the temple with different shades of red’s, yellow’s and orange’s, in the distance I could see a vaguely familiar tower ‘i-is that namsan tower’, thoughts about where I could be filled my mind; but then I shook the thoughts out of my mind as i saw the masked painter hang the photo up on display and turned to face me before smiling in my direction. I looked shocked “how did she know I was here?”. Suddenly a bight white  light came from the picture and I fell unconscious