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It was already night by the time you got discharged. Doctor informed that you dislocated your right arm and had to wear cast for roughly 3 months. However it was not serious to the point you have to be admitted.

At that point of time, you were already emotionless. So many bad incident happened to you all in one go. You wondered what else would happen.

With a heavy heart, you slowly made your way home. All alone. You walked and walked and walked, not really knowing if it was the correct way. But you kept walking.

Without you realising, you have been walking for half an hour but you were nowhere near home. You looked around you, not familiar with the place. However, you spotted a shop selling soju and headed in to take a break. You figured a couple of drinks would be good, eventhough doctor highly recommended you to stay away from it.

At that point of time, you do not care anymore.

"Ahjummeoni... 1 please." You ordered loud enough for her to hear as you took a seat.

Before you know it, you were already at your sixth bottle. You wanted to drink your problems away. You felt tipsy, so you rested your head on the table.

"I was not at wrong.." You mumbled, still feeling drunk. "It was not me. Not me."

You finally lifted your head up to take another sip of soju but to your surprised, you saw a man wearing a mask sitting in front of you.

You jumped a little before squinting your eyes, trying to figure out who it was. You laughed as you took a sip.

"I must be really drunk and crazy, that I see you in front of me." You lau