Chapter: 11

There was no sound outside.

He couldn�t see ahead, so he couldn�t feel the passage of time.

It was obvious that anyone would go crazy if they were locked up here.

He had to hold his mind tight.�

If he lowered his guard, he would lose himself and go crazy.

Pyo-wol constantly repeated his name and tried not to lose his identity.

There was no promise of how long it would last like this.

When he was hungry, he scraped the moss on the wall and licked the running water.

He had to persevere in order to survive.

Pyo-wol thought that he was getting thinner and leaner.�

Even if he wasn�t, the fat that was unsightly was lost. Fortunately, he can still maintain his strength, but he did not know when the limit would come.

The moss on the wall was not infinite.

The day when all the moss disappears will be his last. Still, he thought he�d stick with it until then.

He didn�t know why he was holding on so badly like this.

If he would just give up, his body could have been more comfortable.

He didn�t know that if he died, he wouldn�t have to suffer like this.

Such temptations came often.

Each time, Pyo-wol bit his lip and endured.

Overcoming the temptation of death, his mouth was torn and bursting. There was no day when his blood would dry.�

The wall suddenly felt peculiar. (??? ?? ???? ???.)

When he looked up, he saw someone looking down at him.

�Who�s there?�

He questioned.�

The iron gate was clearly firmly shut.

There was no sign of anyone coming in from the outside.

Above all, it made no sense to see someone else�s figure in this pitch-black darkness.

Pyo-wol still couldn�t see his hand.

�It�s not real. Is it a dream?�

Pyo-wol raised his head and looked at the person looking down at him.

The man with a skinny face and body and empty eyes strangely resembles himself. JrNovels.com