2015.12.01, 07:00 A.M.
DEAD DAYS (MoonSun)07:00 A.M.
Tuesday, 1st December 2015.
Jung Whee-In's POV
"She's way drunk," I assumed in no time the moment I noticed that I got four voice mails from her. I let them play as I turned the doorknob to the storeroom. I rarely put Ggomo in its cage. The light went out a few days ago and I forgot to replace it. "Whirr." The first three voice mails were just plain statics. I did get worry a bit for her. I played the fourth one and her voice broke the silence straightway.
"What?" I murmured in confusion as I listened to her frantic voice. I was out all night. I did not see any cranky at all. I did see several police cars on the way last night, speeding together to somewhere. It's nothing new there. "I guess it's settled," I concluded with an unenthusiastic shrug. I was a little grateful though. She rarely called me after all. I considered the riot again. I can't just ignore it. It makes the news.
To Be Continued
for this story, especially short ones, so I will edit
them later by combining them wherever I see fit.
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