Chapter: 2
It was painful, but he didn�t stop thinking. Then, little by little, his memory returned.
�My name is Pyo-wol. I am fourteen years old.�
A drifter who aimlessly wanders the world like an orphan without parents.�(?? ?? ??? ?? ?? ??? ???? ???.)
He has no roots, no dwelling place.�(??? ??, ??? ??)
He, Pyo-wol, furrowed his eyebrows in a frown.�
Again, the pain rushed in like a tidal wave. Yet he forced himself to thinking. As a result, he was able to fully remember who he was.
Now it�s time to figure out why and how he ended up here.
�Him.�
Pyo-wol recalled the man who remained in his last memory. A middle-aged man whose characteristics was a plain face and sharp eyes that do not match.
The man who he had stumbled upon in the midst of begging had said, �You look good enough.�
That was the last memory of Pyo-wol.�
At the end of those words, Pyo-wol lost his consciousness and woke up in the dark.
The man in his memories must be related as to why he was left alone in such a space where no light enters.�
Pyo-wol did not know the man�s name nor identity.�
He didn�t even know why he was locked up like this.
It couldn�t be because of a grudge.�
There was no way that he, an orphan who was just wandering aimlessly, would be the target of a resentment so deep that someone would do this.
�There must be some kind of purpose� a goal.�
If the captor�s aim was to kill him, then they would have already killed him. They would not have gone through the trouble of locking him up without killing him. So they obviously must have some need or purpose for him.
His head ached as if it would break.
Trying to think deeply with his abnormal state had already consumed a great deal of mental power.�
Pyo-wol closed his eyes.
Whether he opened his eyes or closed it, there was no change. He wondered what it meant to close his eyes since his surroundings remained dark.
Still, closing his eyes was less painful than keeping them open.
He didn�t know how much time had passed.
Whether he had already lost his mind or was maintaining it, the boundaries were blurred.�(??? ??? ???, ?? ???? ??? ??? ??? ????.)
His head was a mess.
Still, Pyo-wol struggled to find a clear spirit.
After a while, his mind became clearer as if his efforts paid off.
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�My name is Pyo-wol. I am fourteen years old.�
A drifter who aimlessly wanders the world like an orphan without parents.�(?? ?? ??? ?? ?? ??? ???? ???.)
He has no roots, no dwelling place.�(??? ??, ??? ??)
He, Pyo-wol, furrowed his eyebrows in a frown.�
Again, the pain rushed in like a tidal wave. Yet he forced himself to thinking. As a result, he was able to fully remember who he was.
Now it�s time to figure out why and how he ended up here.
�Him.�
Pyo-wol recalled the man who remained in his last memory. A middle-aged man whose characteristics was a plain face and sharp eyes that do not match.
The man who he had stumbled upon in the midst of begging had said, �You look good enough.�
That was the last memory of Pyo-wol.�
At the end of those words, Pyo-wol lost his consciousness and woke up in the dark.
The man in his memories must be related as to why he was left alone in such a space where no light enters.�
Pyo-wol did not know the man�s name nor identity.�
He didn�t even know why he was locked up like this.
It couldn�t be because of a grudge.�
There was no way that he, an orphan who was just wandering aimlessly, would be the target of a resentment so deep that someone would do this.
�There must be some kind of purpose� a goal.�
If the captor�s aim was to kill him, then they would have already killed him. They would not have gone through the trouble of locking him up without killing him. So they obviously must have some need or purpose for him.
His head ached as if it would break.
Trying to think deeply with his abnormal state had already consumed a great deal of mental power.�
Pyo-wol closed his eyes.
Whether he opened his eyes or closed it, there was no change. He wondered what it meant to close his eyes since his surroundings remained dark.
Still, closing his eyes was less painful than keeping them open.
He didn�t know how much time had passed.
Whether he had already lost his mind or was maintaining it, the boundaries were blurred.�(??? ??? ???, ?? ???? ??? ??? ??? ????.)
His head was a mess.
Still, Pyo-wol struggled to find a clear spirit.
After a while, his mind became clearer as if his efforts paid off.
�Hu!� JrNovels.com
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