One day I opened my eyes to see that everything had changed.
This world is not the world I am familiar with. Regardless, it is a blessing to still be alive. The problem is that there is absolutely no way to tell if the future is as blessed as well.
Quite frankly it’s scary. I want to cry.
What I need right now isn’t an answer, but a question. But even that must be the right question. In this game of survival, I just need to make sure to make the right choices. To me, the meaning of “us” means to move on.
18…. If only… If only…
GRYB(=Green, Red, Yellow, Blue = “Plague of Bullshit”)
[TN: Author puts ‘지랄염병’ and I’m pretty sure it’s just swearing. My friend says it means “Plague of BS”]
But at the very least…
Let us at least choose our death.
Otherwise, why don’t you do it for me.
– From the first memorandum written on the third day since coming to this world –