[CONTENTID1] The Transfer [/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]

January 8th, 2018

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     Soul. An essence that's apart of the human body. It can exist beyond the body with what lies is a subsciousness, a consciousness and a cognition.

Cognition. The mental action or process of acquiring knowledge and understanding through thought, experience, and the senses. Apart of the conscious and unconsciousness.

Distortion. A gradual spiral of seeing the world with a grim view. Denial of the inner parts of wellbeing. Rejection of the shadow that lurks within. A enstrange perception of reality with malevolent desires brewing.

Shut in. Trapped. Isolated from the world and lost in her own trying to find the answers. Moonbi had taken a moment to reminiscene. A moment to understand how drastically her life had changed. All in a span of four months, too.

For better or worse? She couldn't tell.

The first month of January. The withering leaves faded from majority, if not all of the trees and the organisms on earth. To the outside world, cold and harsh formed bitterness remain pertinent and thick. The skies didn't resemble any better with clouds looming above everyone.

Moonbi deeply resonated with it. For the chilling atmosphere made better sense of her emotions.

Bitterness. Coldness. The vacancy freezing her soul with harsh frost.

Yet again, the season of winter and its nature had embodied and translated her feelings more accurately. The trees were all dead and the sky appeared much more gloomier than usual. There isn't anymore orange or purples or subtle crimson. There is just gray and faint blues and hazed black and even more dullness.

"Choi Moonbi?"

The girl immediately straightens.

Right. No distractions. "Yes sir?"

The principal continues to shuffle through papers, folders, and then more sets of papers."I need your parents to fill out these papers. Furthermore, a justified reason for enrolling you into this school." He stated with a deepened frown.

Life is strange, it seems. Hell, never would she had thought of doing something so drastic, so out of her character that Moonbi demanded personal leave to settle with these newfound emotions. This bizarre zealousness burning, expanding, swelling inside her heart until it bursts.

It didn't take long to pull a few strings to prepare for this. Pulling out a folder Moonbi had handed it to the principal. "My family had already approved and finalized these documents." Moobi explained and pointed to the forms filled with ink. I never considered how crappy it is to commit forgery. She thought mindlessly.

"I wanted to pursue advance business and finance courses, but none the schools were available for me. I looked into this academy with ambitions to broaden my learning and educational record. I wish to keep my identity private to avoid public harassment."

A half truth. A half lie. An in-between.

This all feels like a distant dream. A dream that Moonbi can only conjure up when provoked with inner ambition. But no, after the night she had... awakened, she couldn't rest until she made the choice.

It brought conflict, there's no doubt about that. While her parents are living overseas the siblings took charge as guardians. Well, tried for the most part. Jonghoon was way too busy living life in his father's mold and Eunji simply lived at the home for convience.

Regardless, Moonbi's demands to enroll in school...- and a boarding school at that, had brought imment resistance. At first.

She didn't mention the obvious factor of transferring to Daemin's school. Though, it really is nothing of anyone's concern. No one knew about her plans to enroll at Ichiwon. Well, her mother almost did. Almost.

Her intentions is to meet the Heok brothers. However, after the funeral she haven't gotten in contact with them again. It's to be expected, honestly. They needed their own time to heal, though, who would've known such evilness burrowed inside their hearts?

Who would've known the manifestation of sheer, raw power birthed inside of her heart and released through pain, suffering, anger and vengence?

Unfortunately, that shadowed Minho managed to slip into another realm before Moonbi gotten the opportunity to eliminate him. Only Chanwoo's Shadow was defeated and Moonbi made sure of it. Made sure he suffered and cried like the little wimping he truly was.

Was this how they truly felt about the situation? About Daemin? About her? Couldn't be possible. She saw them in the front row at the furneral sobbing and looking absolutely horrible as if they lost their very own brother.

She knew that Daemin and her wasn't entirely close, but still... 

Moonbi needed to find them. Has to. It's the only clue to find any possibilities pertaining to Daemin's death. As if she be damned allowing those who wronged him go free.

Moonbi remembers it clear as day when she accepted her other self. Her Persona. Her buried half. It's still all so new, so confusing and nothing makes sense of it. The only aspect gained from it all was a rusty keychain she grabbed from that domain.

As Morgana preferred to call it, a "treasure", but this appeared nothing of any treasure. Then again, one man's trash is another man's treasure.

Now, mom and dad truly despised the idea to leave home. They sincerely, truly hated it. Hell, they even barred her from going outside for a couple weeks. Moonbi didn't remain mute about their decision, however.

Rather, she dares admit having her first argument with her mother. For once in Moonbi's life she allowed her bottled emotions to bubble and fester over and erupt in this unknown, yet perfectly delectable rage. For once, she felt free and fulfilled with emotions that was her own.

Moonbi understands their reasoning.

Why would they lose their important figurine to frivilous things like private school? And around the area where they lost their very own son? Her own brother. Has Moonbi truly lost her mind? And to answer that...

Yes. Yes she has.

They had their own private police force and investigators at the scene. Analayzed every crook and cranny and interrogated almost all the students at the academy. Scanned each fingerprint and even requested personal documents just to find any potential lead.

There was none. Nothing. Nada.

Since mom and dad are out the country they rarely keep tabs on her wellbeing. So, she can falsify information for a little while. After all, it doesn't hurt to finally create her own sense of purpose.

Moonbi gazed at the older gentleman as he reviewed over each separate document, and then he suddenly paused. "Wait." He murmured, "You're Choi Moonbi... Choi Myungso's daughter? Your family own the Motta Jewelry and Fashion companies. And you are... Choi Daemin's youngest sister."

The total shock on the principal's face was absolutely laughable, yet completely understandable.

Regardless, Moonbi nodded with a straight face. "Yes. I requested to enroll in this school strictly for educational purposes only."

His appalled look didn't cease there. In fact, his eyes grew wider and he sputtered. "B-b-but why? That's totally barbaric! And you could have not enrolled in another school?" The principal had pressed.

"Do you not understand that situation has not resolved itself? Police are still on the lookout for the killer and you decide to arrive here? You could be potentially murdered as well! I just- I just can't fathom your reasoning behind this."

Okay, Moonbi couldn't help but to be somewhat irked. Although she greatly understands his dilemma, she has some form of an agenda here.

Does he really think she's here simply for miniscule things? No, but to announce her plans to find the suspect and then eliminate him (or her) by her very own hands wouldn't be exactly "okay". 

"Well, for starters, I selected this school for the advanced courses. Not only that, but I needed a place with limited distraction. I have been home schooled majority of my life and work as a model and actress. I think it's appropiate to continue with my studies and pursue the available courses here while trying to grieve for my brother. I want to follow in his footsteps and live up to his name."

Moonbi observed the man muttering something incoherent under his breath, then he slammed the folder closed. "Just because you have high values and a well respected brother doesn't disregard the obvious fact you are a girl."

Moonbi nearly growled.

Alright, time to bring out the big guns. With a lingering sigh Moonbi had pulled something out from her satchel. "I had forgotten to hand you this, Mr. Lee." She didn't enjoy doing it, and neither did she often had to, but during the rarity of times Moonbi did she have her reasons for this...

Eyes widened, the man almost snatched the envelope from her hands and opened it. He would've choked on his own spit if he could. "A-a check?" his eyes trailed further south and then bulged out of his sockets.

"Goodness- I uh, this is, uh...- how long do you plan on staying here again?" He suddenly inquired.

"I plan for a year."

"Hm, very well then. I cannot guarantee you'll have all the accomodations met but I think we'll make something work." As the man continued to ramble on Moonbi found herself getting irritated. Don't value my words but only my money. Typical.

"Mr. Lee, you do understand about the confidentiality of my identity?" The man looked up from the check with a frivolous nod.

"Yes! Of course. I will get in touch with the staff for special accomodations. As for your room, I'm not sure, but I believe I can gather a spot for you." The pricipal signed a few of the forms, stamped them, then held out his hand which Moonbi hesitantly shook.

"Thank you, Mr. Lee."

"Welcome to the academy Miss-... oh," The principal squints his eyes and tries to read the new ID Moonbi gave him. "Park Moongi. You can head down the hallway to retrieve your ID and dorm key. Information and uniforms will