「ㅤEXCERPT THREE。
「ㅤ게임제로。 story begins !!excerpt three
he's out of the company building.
he's off, running, with barely enough energy left in his legs to run to the nearest subway and take a trip back home. heck, he doesn't even have the money — so he runs wherever he feels like, taking a turn when the street ahead seemed too empty, and sprinting past a coffee shop that he once frequented before his life began crumbling down on him.
he usually hates sweating, but the cool air that gusts past him as he moves is comforting enough to soothe his burning skin. he never knew he could hear his heartbeat that loudly; the rhythmic tempo gained momentum as he wheezed for fresh air.
fresh air. the only element that the metropolis of seoul cannot afford to offer. and one that he so desperately needed.
the hands of expectations clench at his throat, and he can only rely on desperate kicks to free himself from the impossible. with each movement, his actions weaken. he's running out of oxygen. his lips are turning blue. he's coughing at the pressure.
he's being killed.
LAYOUT BY HEEBUMDAE
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