The pieces have been laid out. The pawns have been erased. The king is finally out.

This is not paradise because if it was, we’d be able to love each other without any problem. However, we are not the same. You are a person of the light; I am a person of the dark. You are Jekyll, I am Hyde

               Although subtle, Taekwoon could feel something (or someone) tugging on the strings attached to his skin. Without turning around, he knows that it was Hakyeon, another one of the patients staying in the asylum. The tugging becomes a