Laughter was what he possessed in the darkest of time. For some, they were grateful, for others not some much. He was never a man to have during the darkest days unless you were fine with having someone who sadness didn't affect. Social rights and wrongs seemed like a foreign languages the man. What he thought was right, was always right.

But not everything he thought was right; was right.

He had to learn the hard way. But something told him he had more to learn.

After all, if there were things he believed to be right were wrong, there was a chance that some things he believed to be wrong, could be in fact, right.

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September 1st 2013

(23:55pm)

Age: 22

 “If I gave you a chance, would you take it?” Dongwoo was confused by the question. It was nothing he had expected to here from the ‘boss’ which made it all the more confusing. But part of him knew it. He had known that it was coming; after all, this is the same as their previous lives. Dongwoo could see his past lives flash before his eyes. It was not a sight he liked to see nor did he want to see.

He looked up to meet his boss by his eyes which were the only things which went covered up by the white mask. Truth be told, he wasn’t quite sure but he had made a promise to Sunggyu. It was a promise he was going to keep even to the grave. If he was good for one thing, it was that he would never betray his family and friends. He wouldn’t do it in the future and wouldn’t dare to do it now.

“If I said no, would you take it?” He asked in the same tone as the masked man in hopes to playfully irritate the other. Dongwoo smiled, showing his gums in the process which caused the man to tighten his muscles which were hidden under his suit.

“What would make you say yes?” Once again Dongwoo was confused. What was it about today that made the boss seem so, desperate? He couldn’t quite understand and it was annoying him. But something told him something had happened or was happening. This happened before. Dongwoo could see it. Everything was inside his head, his memories, everything was there. However, parts of it were locked away. Like someone didn’t want him to know certain parts of his past in fear that it would show him the way out. Most of his memories were there but those didn’t help him in figuring out how to get out of this mess. Digging deeper only made his head hurt. 

“Nothing.” Dongwoo replied without batting an eye lid. Unlike the rest, the man wore a mask that only covered the top half of his face, cutting just below his nose. His lips could be and it was something Dongwoo wished he couldn’t. As the smirk grew on the benefactor’s face, the devil could feel a shudder down his spine. Simple actions such as that made Dongwoo most suspicious. He couldn’t quite get his mind around it. Suddenly, it felt as though heavy metals chains were wrapped around his body, clamping on his tighter and tighter. .

They have him.

You’re weak.

They are hurting him.

You couldn’t protect him.

He’s in pain.

Kill them.

He’s crying.

Kill them all.

KILL THEM ALL

“What…did…you do?” The devil fell as his legs gave in. His body began to shake uncontrollably. Unknown to him, he wrapped his arms around his body protectively. The man looked on as the devil began to struggle. , , !

“I’m not doing anything. It’s you who has made yourself like that.” A gust of wind blew harshly around Dongwoo. It surrounded him like a cage. As the wind grew, it formed a tornado with the young devil trapped in its eye. Suddenly, a knife like breeze cut escaped from the tornados’ body, making its way to the benefactor. Before the man could react, the gust brushed passed his cheek, disappearing soon after into thin air. The gust had managed to cut through his mask and open up his skin underneath. A thin line of blood oozed from the cut and a stinging sensation soon came with it. Using his finger, he reached over to the cut, hovering lightly over the cut in his mask. As he pulled away, he could see a bit of red on his fingertips.

“Shut up…SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” Dongwoo threw both his fists down on the ground with the tornado disbursing from the action. A rumble cam