Chapter 92: Where Are You (7)

Chapter 92: Where Are You (7)

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Han Yoo-jung pondered for a while.

It was clear to anyone, even a fool, that Dice's entire focus was on Luna.

He had murmured the name 'Luna' during their fight yesterday, and now, he was asking about her again.

Perhaps, the very reason Dice, who had hidden himself for so long, had revealed himself was because of Luna.

Since Luna was a member of the Villain Alliance.

Han Yoo-jung quietly observed Dice.

His eyes, ablaze and yet struggling with sorrow, stirred something within her.

For reasons unknown to her, absurdly, she felt jealous.

It was a look in his eyes she had never seen before the regression.

Eyes that always looked dead, always looking elsewhere.

She had tried so hard to catch his gaze.

So earnestly wished to become closer to him.

And yet, despite how often they saw each other,

He asked about Luna.

She was someone he couldn't even remember.

"Aren't you going to answer?"

Dice threatened.

Han Yoo-jung swallowed hard, overcoming the pressure from him.

Simply answering would not bring her any closer to him.

She had to do something.

"I'll answer... but in exchange."

At the word 'but in exchange,' Dice's eyebrows twitched.

Han Yoo-jung turned her gaze away, not wanting to face his intimidation any longer.

It was better not to look.

It was a gamble.

A gamble on his hidden kindness.

If he had intended to treat her harshly, he would have done so yesterday when he took down Tryno and the rest.

Her voice trembled as she spoke.

"Let's make it a trade."

"What?"

"I'll give you the answers to the questions you want, and in return, you answer my questions."

Dice put down the bread bag and laughed.

"Do you not know your situation?"

"I do, that's why I'm proposing this."

She said.

"After all, you're going to hand me over to the Association, right? I have nothing to lose."

"..."

"So... since we've both regressed... I have many questions too, please answer mine as well."

"..."

It was a strategy, a strategy to get closer to him.

She wanted to become closer to him.

"And if I refuse?"

Dice asked.

"Then I won't answer either. It's not that hard, is it? To exchange questions?"

"..."

Han Yoo-jung saw the flicker in Dice's eyes.

It was too easy to see that he was desperate.

After a long silence, Dice sighed.

And then, he nodded briefly.

"..."

Han Yoo-jung suppressed the smile that was about to break out.

And then, she said.

"You go first."

"Is Luna also a regressor?"

He asked without hesitation.

Han Yoo-jung didn't just lightly answer his question.

As she responded, she sought to uncover the relationship between Luna and Dice.

Before their regression, they had no connection.

Since Dice had always acted alone, there were few he had connections with.

So, asking about this... Dice has built a new relationship with Luna.

And Dice must have been hiding his identity as well.

That's why he asked the question.

She wondered if Luna knew of 'Dice,' the villain.

Han Yoo-jung answered cautiously.

"I don't know."

Dice's expression soured.

"You..."

Han Yoo-jung quickly added,

"I'm not trying to give a vague answer. It could be, or it could not be."

"I haven't seen any signs of regression from her. But she might be hiding it well."

Dice's expression softened slightly at her words.

Then, he nodded, as if to say he understood.

He signaled for her to ask her question.

Han Yoo-jung's heart raced.

What should she ask?

Hundreds of questions she had once wanted to ask swam through her mind.

But finally, she made her decision.

This was what she was most curious about.

"What's your name?"

Han Yoo-jung asked earnestly, hoping her sincerity would reach him.

Jung-gyeom looked at Han Yoo-jung as if she were absurd.

Han Yoo-jung explained,

"I'm not trying anything. I'm just really curious. I only knew you as Dice..."

"Haah."

Dice was silent for a long time.

Han Yoo-jung gambled once more.

"If you don't answer, I won't answer any more questions either. No matter what you do to me, torture or kill."

At her words, Dice's eyes closed tightly.

Finally, he said,

"Jung-gyeom."

".....What?"

"It's Jung-gyeom."

Chewing over the name for a moment.

Han Yoo-jung had no choice but to remember that familiar name.

'Jung-gyeom' was the name Luna had used to threaten Solace a few days ago.

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Song Soo-yeon stepped out onto the street.

She had been waiting for Jung-gyeom for days.

2 days? 3 days?

But now she knew.

Jung-gyeom was not coming back.

He had left.

Accepting it made her feel lighter.

The heavy pain pressing on her chest vanished.

She felt nothing.

The word "wine" stirred memories in Song Soo-yeon.

The waiter asked again,

"Which wine would you like?"

"Give me the expensive one," Song Soo-yeon quietly replied, trying to suppress her memories.

Minutes passed, and the food arrived.

She took a sip of wine, letting it linger in her mouth before swallowing.

Then, using a knife and fork, she sliced through the steak.

The knife glided smoothly, cutting through the meat effortlessly.

For a moment, her eyes drifted to the opposite side.

An empty chair.

An empty table.

...It was an unfamiliar scene.

She realized that eating alone was something she hadn't done in months.

Song Soo-yeon stopped her train of thought and put a piece of meat into her mouth.

The meat melted away instantly once it touched her tongue.

She nodded slightly.

It was tender.

In the past, she wouldn't have dared to eat such quality meat.

This was her new privilege.

This was her new life.

-Plunk. Plop.

"?"

Something fell onto the steak.

-Plop. Plip-plop.

"Ah."

It was tears.

Tears that hadn't come out all day, that she thought had dried up.

She couldn't understand why they were coming out when her heart wasn't even hurting.

Song Soo-yeon indifferently wiped the tears with the back of her hand.

But the tears didn't know how to stop.

They continuously flowed, spilling onto the food.

Wiping them away with her hand wasn't enough.

Her expression began to crumble.

"...Huh"

Soon, the sound of crying followed.

Like the tears, sobs leaked out without her control.

Her grip loosened.

The knife and fork fell onto the table.

"...Huhuhh"

She couldn't keep her eyes open any longer.

Her face contorted.

Her shoulders began to shake.

Everyone was watching, but she couldn't help it.

She, who had never shown tears to anyone before, had no choice now.

There was no shoulder left to cry on.

No hand to wipe away her tears.

No warmth to pat her back.

"Uhhuhplease"

The table felt too large to sit alone at.

The empty chair was too cruel.

She couldn't help but know.

The reason she overspent all day was to fill this emptiness inside her.

The reason she filled her hands with shopping bags was because, no matter how much she filled, this void wouldn't go away.

"MisterMister"

Nothing made her happy.

Nothing brought her joy.

If it meant hearing Jung-gyeom tenderly call her name, saying 'Soo-yeon,' she would give her entire fortune.

Only now did she fully understand what Jung-gyeom meant when he said to buy happiness when you can.

Now, money meant nothing to her.

"Where are you...? Huh"

She covered her face with both hands.

Tears flowed endlessly.

From a heart that felt nothing, unbearable pain emerged.

Such pain that could only be felt by a heart laid bare.

"Please come backhuhI'm in so much painughI'm struggling so much"

Even in this expensive place, with its expensive steak and wine, the food Jung-gyeom made was warmer and tastier.

Reminiscing about what would never return, she continued to cry out loud.

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"Haah...! Haah...!"

It was past midnight.

Song Soo-yeon had spent the entire day shopping and now was in the basement of the department store.

A maintenance worker told her,

"...You won't find it. Give up and go back. Why would someone as beautiful as you..."

Song Soo-yeon didn't listen to him.

She was rummaging through a huge pile of trash with her bare hands.

Clothes, coats, accessories, and shoes worth tens of millions won were getting dirty, but she didn't care.

She had to find it.

But the tears blurring her vision made it hard to see.

Her hands were raw, constantly getting cut.

Her nails were ruined too.

It hurt.

But her desperation was greater.

"...Why...where...where did it go...?"

Song Soo-yeon muttered amidst the stench of the trash heap.

She had to find it.

It couldn't just disappear like this.

She needed the sneakers Jung-gyeom had given her.

She couldn't do without them.

She cursed herself for impulsively throwing them away.

"Huh...! Where is it...where is it...where is it!!!"

Though she screamed out her frustration, the world didn't lend her a hand.

Surely, a curse was placed upon her.

No matter how much she searched, the sneakers were nowhere to be found.

The basement was dark, and the flashlight held by the maintenance worker wasn't bright enough.

-Tuuu. Tuuu. Tuuu.

Soon, after a warning tone, the roar of a large vehicle echoed.

The maintenance worker clicked his tongue.

He said,

"...The garbage truck is here. Give up."

Song Soo-yeon felt all strength leave her body.

The urge to use her power surged intensely.

But she couldn't.

The vivid image of Jung-gyeom, hurt by her and walking away, was still fresh in her mind.

She couldn't use her powers anymore.

After standing there for about 10 minutes,

The garbage truck had completely taken away all the trash.

Leaving nothing behind.

The shoes gifted by Jung-gyeom, too, became trash and disappeared.

More traces of him, just like that, were erased once more.