Killer, Liar, Lover Chapter I
CHAPTER I
Title: Killer, Liar, Lover.
Genre: Angst, dark, romance.
Rating: NC-17.
WARNING: Language, gore, bloody scenes, mentions of rape.
Pairing: Hanchul and more pairings in the future.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to no one but themselves, and I own only my writings.
Summary: Will he do anything and everything for his freedom? He doubts when he met him...
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“Ah, ge, must I see you all beaten up like this every time you visit?” Henry Lau said, he was wearing his high school uniform, prim and proper with blazer and tie, while swabbing the dry blood off of Heechul’s cut on the face and scratches on his palms with a Q-tip. The latter’s eyes get scrunched up when the antiseptic was dabbed on his wounds, but he wouldn’t let out one wince. It’s nothing, it’s nothing…he would chant to himself but, to be frank, no one could be immune to pain. Heechul wanted to be no one but unfortunately, he was someone who lived in a hell-hole on earth; he bet he could survive hell better than then.
“What time is the van coming?” Heechul asked, changing the topic, he knew Henry wanted to know what it was that caused the mess this time and Henry, too, knew that Heechul was not going to spill a single detail since the older male changed the topic.
“The orphanage’s van? Same time, hyung, as always…” the Chinese male answered, packing away the used cotton buds, Q-tips and started putting the gauze on Heechul’s palm. He looked at the book bag Henry brought along with the violin case of his. The two were at a small playground opposite the orphanage, Heechul on the swing while Henry crouched beside him attending to his cuts. A first aid kit opened beside Henry.
“Ya kid, you’ve got to study hard…”
Henry nodded and adjusted his spectacles, the puffy cheeks showed a small dimple, which, even to Heechul, looked adorable. Heechul noticed it and snickered at him. He knew he needed to protect the boy with those irresistible cheeks and precious smile, he reminded Heechul so vaguely of his younger brother. Even though it had been almost two decades since the incident, he remembered his younger brother who disappeared suddenly one day after he came home to see his mother’s eyes all red and had trace of tears down her cheeks, blurring her makeup, his father kept an arm around the woman, a somber expression on his face. When Heechul asked, her mother broke down into sobs and the man told the boy to go to his room, children shouldn’t know so much.
When Heechul’s dad said that, the lad made a sour face, just like the one Henry would show when Henry was still a kid. He would show the sulking face whenever Heechul told him he, as a child, shouldn’t know too much; when he asked why Heechul had a huge bruise on his arm that looked like a palm. Heechul told Henry that it was body paint, like those Henry played with at school during arts and crafts but that kind of lie didn’t serve its purpose for long, Henry was a smart kid and body pain comes off after being washed.
“Hyung, let’s eat dinner together this weekend. The Sisters said we can go for an outing with friends on that night, with curfew of course, 10.00PM.” Henry asked taping the last corner of the gauze. When he looked up with an eager expression, it made Heechul look away, he pretended to look at the cars passing by the road. Heechul wasn’t sure if he had the chance, what if it was really the last time he would see Henry. The last time Henry would pretend to fuss over the wounded Heechul but eventually quiet down and just apply proper ointment and medicine. The last time Heechul would see the boy and the last time he would ask Henry to play the violin for him.
Heechul haven’t had the chance to hear the Chinese boy play the piano yet because the orphanage didn’t have a piano and Heechul was forever busy with his endless excuses to hide from Henry because, honestly, he was too injured to even walk out of his trailer. He was lucky the gangsters brought him back to the trailer instead of dump him on the street because the big boss expected to see Heechul after a few days; the gangsters didn’t dare let Heechul bleed to death and die on the street.
“Ge?” Henry called Heechul who was spacing out into mid-air. When Heechul noticed the hand of Henry waving in front of him, he shot the Chinese lad a questioning look then he requested, “Henli-ah, can you play the violin for Ge?”
“Yeah, sure!” the reply was more enthusiastic than anything asked for the boy to do, not that he wouldn’t do it, Henry was a good kid, he respected Heechul and did everything he asked.
He took out the violin, the one and only one he owned, and the one that Heechul bought for him as a birthday present when Henry was twelve. The only money he collected on his own without killing or hurting anyone was saved to buy the instrument for the boy who glued his face to the display window of the store when Heechul brought him out to the stores one time. Seeing that smile on Henry’s face erased the hardships Heechul went through, struggling the part time jobs and doing those gangster tasks asked by the boss every night.
Henry seemed very innocent, alright, easy to fool, but he knew the tired eyes of Heechul and the smell of ointment on Heechul the few weeks before Heechul presented him with such a gift. The other kids at the orphanage were really jealous and wanted to play with it but Henry insisted that it was a special gift and no one but him was allowed to touch it. The kids looked like they were about to burst into tears but Henry distracted them with sweets and candies he saved in the jar on his bedside. Like Heechul, he didn’t like sweet things but they won’t stop coming from the girls from school. Though Heechul taught Henry to reject the girls but Henry was too soft-hearted, the pure hearted Chinese boy didn’t want to hurt those girls’ feelings.
The pure heart of his was Heechul’s biggest worries, it was good that Henry has a pure heart but in the cold reality it would simply be eaten away by those hungry wolves on the streets. Heechul couldn’t help but to frown at the boy playing the violin in front of him then. It wasn’t any happy song but Henry had never seen Heechul’s face displaying such an expression, not until he could see beads of tears round the rim of his eyes.
“Ge…” he stopped playing and reached his hand to touch the older male sitting on the swing but before Heechul could react or when Henry could ask, the loud honk of the van of the orphanage shocked the two. Heechul quickly ran two fingers to flick away the tears, putting the façade again.
“Henli…take care…” Heechul said and Henry wrapped his hand around the thin frame of the one he called ‘ge’. Heechul winced but luckily the honk overlapped it. Henry didn’t know the large bruise hidden beneath the clothes of his ge because Heechul never showed them, only bruises on his arms and face, those were impossible to hide had Henry seen.
“Ge, you take care too. Dinner this weekend, I’ll wait for you to pick me up, okay. Love you ge!” Ah, will I remember the way Henli calls me ‘ge’…Heechul thought. Henry was Chinese and he sort of got used to calling Heechul ‘ge’ instead of ‘hyung’ but Heechul didn’t mind, in fact, he liked how special it sounded, being called ‘ge’ in Chinese but the rest of sentence would be continued in Korean.
Heechul watched the boy wave, a hand holding his violin and the other held the kit. If Heechul didn’t know better, Henry looked like he was about to trip over a rock and fall flat on his front, arms sprawled on the ground. It would be comical but of course, no one would laugh if it happened in real life, but only feel unbearable pain.
“Henli-ah, ge’s not sure if ge can come this weekend…” he said out, a sad whisper as he watched the van drive away.
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“Take down this kid.” A man said and threw a manila folder on the table in front of the hit-man and a stack of pictures spilled out; they were same pictures of one person, but of different angles and places. It seemed like the the client really wanted the person in the picture dead, no matter who it was. The hit-man hired by the Street Killers(SK) with codename ‘X’ just reached for the photos and retreated, he had been paid half of the money offered.
He was paid with a high price for a reason; one sole reason, he clients never got into trouble, he never got into trouble. Things done by X were squeaky clean, not a speck of information of himself or his client leaked. The one meeting X right now was just a mere chess piece of the head of SK; that was one of X’s condition of trade, he didn’t want to know who his clients were thus making X hard to be traced unless recommended by previous clients.
“The rest of the money will be wired to you after he’s dead.”
The hit-man waved the manila back at the other male. He then entered his car and drove away; he ended up the hillside, watching the dawn arise. He took out the photos and scanned the pictures carefully; male, around his mid-twenties, beautiful but sad eyes, full lips always worn in a scornful yet mysterious way. Those eyes and lips enthralled X though he met more than beyond beautiful women in his life, still, to his own surprise, the male who was his next target fascinated him merely through pictures of him.
“Who is this guy?” X asked himself, booting up his laptop after scanning one of the photos of the target into the plugged scanner. The machine worked its magic and the photo scan popped up on the laptop screen, X e-mailed the photo to his informer, who was online, and quickly hacked the governmental system to check the identity of the male in the photo. It didn’t take long before X was replied with a full report of his target’s; from his birth certificate to the name of the orphanage he was staying at, before he was abducted.
Files after that were non-existent because of the abduction and the uniforms said that there was no chance for an abducted child to still be alive after so many years. It seemed that they gave up after three months and since no one appealed to reinvestigate the case, Heechul was dead according to papers. X saved all the files under a new folder in an encrypted file, and renamed it as: Kim Heechul.
X wasn’t given any time limit to kill Kim Heechul but the sooner the better since the he could only get money after it was done. Putting the laptop aside, the hit-man cracked his knuckles and then lowered his car seat; he was going to watch the sunrise again, like every rainless dawns.
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Heechul was walking down the street in the dark, it was near midnight, which gave him only approximately five more days before the due date of the plan that was in exchange of his freedom. He wasted one day just walking around the streets after seeing Henry off to school. He didn’t pick up the boy from school because he needed the solitary; to clear his mind and to plan. It wasn’t easy; he needed to find a way to do it without risking his own death if not it wouldn’t be worth it. Heechul needed to design a perfect escape plan after firing the death shot and find out if he would lead the nemesis to Henry, maybe not, since Henry never got harmed for so many years which meant no one actually bothered to follow Heechul around to know where he disappeared to occasionally at night time.
“Yo!” a young man, very obviously in their teens called Heechul, hand so spontaneously on Heechul’s shoulder. There were another two similar to age teens following behind, like dogs. Heechul recognized the one with his hand on his shoulder; he was one of the younger useless boy-toys of the Mafias’ boss introduced earlier; those who were supposedly supposed to replace Heechul.
Heechul glared at him, eyes staring down and shooting poisoned daggers at the one in the middle. Though they had fierce and cocky faces but Heechul intimidated them. The older male felt the latter’s grip weakened and eventually the hand fell back to the owner’s side. Very obviously gulping, they collected all their courage before they continued, much rather only the one in the middle.
“The boss w-wants me to check on you…check for updates…”
“You’ve been following me?” Heechul hissed.
One of the dogs spoke up, though softly given the deep voice that could easily scare a child, “N-no, we didn’t…”
“Ya, brat, you’ve got more to learn…” Heechul snickered and was ready to leave. They automatically paved a way for him and suddenly the one who first called Heechul ran past him to stop him so to pull him into the alleyway. Heechul wasn’t sure where the kid got the energy and bravery to slam Heechul onto the brick walls he was now backing. Heechul saw determination in his eyes, though faltering if what he did was right.
“Gather the men tomorrow night; I’ll lay down the plan.” Heechul rolled his eyes and pushed the younger male off of him. The latter landed on the opposite site of the alley with a loud slam from contact and the chains clinked onto his jeans. So the pretty boy got shiny toys of his own, Heechul remembered the new clothes he got from the Mafias’ boss when he went out to round with the other gang members.
“You!” the pretty boy barked at Heechul, stabbing a finger at his direction. The other two approached to help the male to stand still. The impact did hurt the pretty face but to them, Heechul seemed the least scathed.
“Are you okay, Sungki-hyung?” one of them said to the pretty boy. So that's his name.
“It’s Heechul-ssi to you, Sungki-ssi.” Heechul warned before turning away on his heels. He dusted his shirt and looked ahead tall and proud, he was not Kim Heechul the others feared for no reason- boy toy Kim Heechul didn’t get to stay alive for so long among the Mafias for no reason, known for his wits and mastermind plan, the boss needed him and only envious people would dare risk their lives just to hurt Heechul. Sure, some would and they always end up the same way: dead. That was also if the boss found out.
He had seen more than any other teenager or young adults on the streets; murders, tortures, rapes, extortion, drugs, robberies, prostitutions and even gigolos. He experienced more than half of what he saw, even the slightest bit of the last one. To Heechul, having rich women pamper him was at least a thousand times better than having the boss ‘play’ with him. God bless the man who caused the accident then, even better if the man took the old boss’ life.
Heechul continued the aimless walk with an extra note to self in mind: plan a plan before tomorrow night...
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A/N: This is the crappiest, sorry. I’m quite bummed about the whole Internet-less situation but I’m back though! RL readers, don’t worry, Chapter 12 is coming up soon :) And, Happy Birthday to me && Shindongggiiee ^^
Title: Killer, Liar, Lover.
Genre: Angst, dark, romance.
Rating: NC-17.
WARNING: Language, gore, bloody scenes, mentions of rape.
Pairing: Hanchul and more pairings in the future.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to no one but themselves, and I own only my writings.
Summary: Will he do anything and everything for his freedom? He doubts when he met him...
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“Ah, ge, must I see you all beaten up like this every time you visit?” Henry Lau said, he was wearing his high school uniform, prim and proper with blazer and tie, while swabbing the dry blood off of Heechul’s cut on the face and scratches on his palms with a Q-tip. The latter’s eyes get scrunched up when the antiseptic was dabbed on his wounds, but he wouldn’t let out one wince. It’s nothing, it’s nothing…he would chant to himself but, to be frank, no one could be immune to pain. Heechul wanted to be no one but unfortunately, he was someone who lived in a hell-hole on earth; he bet he could survive hell better than then.
“What time is the van coming?” Heechul asked, changing the topic, he knew Henry wanted to know what it was that caused the mess this time and Henry, too, knew that Heechul was not going to spill a single detail since the older male changed the topic.
“The orphanage’s van? Same time, hyung, as always…” the Chinese male answered, packing away the used cotton buds, Q-tips and started putting the gauze on Heechul’s palm. He looked at the book bag Henry brought along with the violin case of his. The two were at a small playground opposite the orphanage, Heechul on the swing while Henry crouched beside him attending to his cuts. A first aid kit opened beside Henry.
“Ya kid, you’ve got to study hard…”
Henry nodded and adjusted his spectacles, the puffy cheeks showed a small dimple, which, even to Heechul, looked adorable. Heechul noticed it and snickered at him. He knew he needed to protect the boy with those irresistible cheeks and precious smile, he reminded Heechul so vaguely of his younger brother. Even though it had been almost two decades since the incident, he remembered his younger brother who disappeared suddenly one day after he came home to see his mother’s eyes all red and had trace of tears down her cheeks, blurring her makeup, his father kept an arm around the woman, a somber expression on his face. When Heechul asked, her mother broke down into sobs and the man told the boy to go to his room, children shouldn’t know so much.
When Heechul’s dad said that, the lad made a sour face, just like the one Henry would show when Henry was still a kid. He would show the sulking face whenever Heechul told him he, as a child, shouldn’t know too much; when he asked why Heechul had a huge bruise on his arm that looked like a palm. Heechul told Henry that it was body paint, like those Henry played with at school during arts and crafts but that kind of lie didn’t serve its purpose for long, Henry was a smart kid and body pain comes off after being washed.
“Hyung, let’s eat dinner together this weekend. The Sisters said we can go for an outing with friends on that night, with curfew of course, 10.00PM.” Henry asked taping the last corner of the gauze. When he looked up with an eager expression, it made Heechul look away, he pretended to look at the cars passing by the road. Heechul wasn’t sure if he had the chance, what if it was really the last time he would see Henry. The last time Henry would pretend to fuss over the wounded Heechul but eventually quiet down and just apply proper ointment and medicine. The last time Heechul would see the boy and the last time he would ask Henry to play the violin for him.
Heechul haven’t had the chance to hear the Chinese boy play the piano yet because the orphanage didn’t have a piano and Heechul was forever busy with his endless excuses to hide from Henry because, honestly, he was too injured to even walk out of his trailer. He was lucky the gangsters brought him back to the trailer instead of dump him on the street because the big boss expected to see Heechul after a few days; the gangsters didn’t dare let Heechul bleed to death and die on the street.
“Ge?” Henry called Heechul who was spacing out into mid-air. When Heechul noticed the hand of Henry waving in front of him, he shot the Chinese lad a questioning look then he requested, “Henli-ah, can you play the violin for Ge?”
“Yeah, sure!” the reply was more enthusiastic than anything asked for the boy to do, not that he wouldn’t do it, Henry was a good kid, he respected Heechul and did everything he asked.
He took out the violin, the one and only one he owned, and the one that Heechul bought for him as a birthday present when Henry was twelve. The only money he collected on his own without killing or hurting anyone was saved to buy the instrument for the boy who glued his face to the display window of the store when Heechul brought him out to the stores one time. Seeing that smile on Henry’s face erased the hardships Heechul went through, struggling the part time jobs and doing those gangster tasks asked by the boss every night.
Henry seemed very innocent, alright, easy to fool, but he knew the tired eyes of Heechul and the smell of ointment on Heechul the few weeks before Heechul presented him with such a gift. The other kids at the orphanage were really jealous and wanted to play with it but Henry insisted that it was a special gift and no one but him was allowed to touch it. The kids looked like they were about to burst into tears but Henry distracted them with sweets and candies he saved in the jar on his bedside. Like Heechul, he didn’t like sweet things but they won’t stop coming from the girls from school. Though Heechul taught Henry to reject the girls but Henry was too soft-hearted, the pure hearted Chinese boy didn’t want to hurt those girls’ feelings.
The pure heart of his was Heechul’s biggest worries, it was good that Henry has a pure heart but in the cold reality it would simply be eaten away by those hungry wolves on the streets. Heechul couldn’t help but to frown at the boy playing the violin in front of him then. It wasn’t any happy song but Henry had never seen Heechul’s face displaying such an expression, not until he could see beads of tears round the rim of his eyes.
“Ge…” he stopped playing and reached his hand to touch the older male sitting on the swing but before Heechul could react or when Henry could ask, the loud honk of the van of the orphanage shocked the two. Heechul quickly ran two fingers to flick away the tears, putting the façade again.
“Henli…take care…” Heechul said and Henry wrapped his hand around the thin frame of the one he called ‘ge’. Heechul winced but luckily the honk overlapped it. Henry didn’t know the large bruise hidden beneath the clothes of his ge because Heechul never showed them, only bruises on his arms and face, those were impossible to hide had Henry seen.
“Ge, you take care too. Dinner this weekend, I’ll wait for you to pick me up, okay. Love you ge!” Ah, will I remember the way Henli calls me ‘ge’…Heechul thought. Henry was Chinese and he sort of got used to calling Heechul ‘ge’ instead of ‘hyung’ but Heechul didn’t mind, in fact, he liked how special it sounded, being called ‘ge’ in Chinese but the rest of sentence would be continued in Korean.
Heechul watched the boy wave, a hand holding his violin and the other held the kit. If Heechul didn’t know better, Henry looked like he was about to trip over a rock and fall flat on his front, arms sprawled on the ground. It would be comical but of course, no one would laugh if it happened in real life, but only feel unbearable pain.
“Henli-ah, ge’s not sure if ge can come this weekend…” he said out, a sad whisper as he watched the van drive away.
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“Take down this kid.” A man said and threw a manila folder on the table in front of the hit-man and a stack of pictures spilled out; they were same pictures of one person, but of different angles and places. It seemed like the the client really wanted the person in the picture dead, no matter who it was. The hit-man hired by the Street Killers(SK) with codename ‘X’ just reached for the photos and retreated, he had been paid half of the money offered.
He was paid with a high price for a reason; one sole reason, he clients never got into trouble, he never got into trouble. Things done by X were squeaky clean, not a speck of information of himself or his client leaked. The one meeting X right now was just a mere chess piece of the head of SK; that was one of X’s condition of trade, he didn’t want to know who his clients were thus making X hard to be traced unless recommended by previous clients.
“The rest of the money will be wired to you after he’s dead.”
The hit-man waved the manila back at the other male. He then entered his car and drove away; he ended up the hillside, watching the dawn arise. He took out the photos and scanned the pictures carefully; male, around his mid-twenties, beautiful but sad eyes, full lips always worn in a scornful yet mysterious way. Those eyes and lips enthralled X though he met more than beyond beautiful women in his life, still, to his own surprise, the male who was his next target fascinated him merely through pictures of him.
“Who is this guy?” X asked himself, booting up his laptop after scanning one of the photos of the target into the plugged scanner. The machine worked its magic and the photo scan popped up on the laptop screen, X e-mailed the photo to his informer, who was online, and quickly hacked the governmental system to check the identity of the male in the photo. It didn’t take long before X was replied with a full report of his target’s; from his birth certificate to the name of the orphanage he was staying at, before he was abducted.
Files after that were non-existent because of the abduction and the uniforms said that there was no chance for an abducted child to still be alive after so many years. It seemed that they gave up after three months and since no one appealed to reinvestigate the case, Heechul was dead according to papers. X saved all the files under a new folder in an encrypted file, and renamed it as: Kim Heechul.
X wasn’t given any time limit to kill Kim Heechul but the sooner the better since the he could only get money after it was done. Putting the laptop aside, the hit-man cracked his knuckles and then lowered his car seat; he was going to watch the sunrise again, like every rainless dawns.
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Heechul was walking down the street in the dark, it was near midnight, which gave him only approximately five more days before the due date of the plan that was in exchange of his freedom. He wasted one day just walking around the streets after seeing Henry off to school. He didn’t pick up the boy from school because he needed the solitary; to clear his mind and to plan. It wasn’t easy; he needed to find a way to do it without risking his own death if not it wouldn’t be worth it. Heechul needed to design a perfect escape plan after firing the death shot and find out if he would lead the nemesis to Henry, maybe not, since Henry never got harmed for so many years which meant no one actually bothered to follow Heechul around to know where he disappeared to occasionally at night time.
“Yo!” a young man, very obviously in their teens called Heechul, hand so spontaneously on Heechul’s shoulder. There were another two similar to age teens following behind, like dogs. Heechul recognized the one with his hand on his shoulder; he was one of the younger useless boy-toys of the Mafias’ boss introduced earlier; those who were supposedly supposed to replace Heechul.
Heechul glared at him, eyes staring down and shooting poisoned daggers at the one in the middle. Though they had fierce and cocky faces but Heechul intimidated them. The older male felt the latter’s grip weakened and eventually the hand fell back to the owner’s side. Very obviously gulping, they collected all their courage before they continued, much rather only the one in the middle.
“The boss w-wants me to check on you…check for updates…”
“You’ve been following me?” Heechul hissed.
One of the dogs spoke up, though softly given the deep voice that could easily scare a child, “N-no, we didn’t…”
“Ya, brat, you’ve got more to learn…” Heechul snickered and was ready to leave. They automatically paved a way for him and suddenly the one who first called Heechul ran past him to stop him so to pull him into the alleyway. Heechul wasn’t sure where the kid got the energy and bravery to slam Heechul onto the brick walls he was now backing. Heechul saw determination in his eyes, though faltering if what he did was right.
“Gather the men tomorrow night; I’ll lay down the plan.” Heechul rolled his eyes and pushed the younger male off of him. The latter landed on the opposite site of the alley with a loud slam from contact and the chains clinked onto his jeans. So the pretty boy got shiny toys of his own, Heechul remembered the new clothes he got from the Mafias’ boss when he went out to round with the other gang members.
“You!” the pretty boy barked at Heechul, stabbing a finger at his direction. The other two approached to help the male to stand still. The impact did hurt the pretty face but to them, Heechul seemed the least scathed.
“Are you okay, Sungki-hyung?” one of them said to the pretty boy. So that's his name.
“It’s Heechul-ssi to you, Sungki-ssi.” Heechul warned before turning away on his heels. He dusted his shirt and looked ahead tall and proud, he was not Kim Heechul the others feared for no reason- boy toy Kim Heechul didn’t get to stay alive for so long among the Mafias for no reason, known for his wits and mastermind plan, the boss needed him and only envious people would dare risk their lives just to hurt Heechul. Sure, some would and they always end up the same way: dead. That was also if the boss found out.
He had seen more than any other teenager or young adults on the streets; murders, tortures, rapes, extortion, drugs, robberies, prostitutions and even gigolos. He experienced more than half of what he saw, even the slightest bit of the last one. To Heechul, having rich women pamper him was at least a thousand times better than having the boss ‘play’ with him. God bless the man who caused the accident then, even better if the man took the old boss’ life.
Heechul continued the aimless walk with an extra note to self in mind: plan a plan before tomorrow night...
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A/N: This is the crappiest, sorry. I’m quite bummed about the whole Internet-less situation but I’m back though! RL readers, don’t worry, Chapter 12 is coming up soon :) And, Happy Birthday to me && Shindongggiiee ^^