˜”*°•Thicker Than Blood•°*”˜[PV Jiwon K].

Spring of 2025 | Portree, Scotland

The air smells of trees and what he thinks might be his mother’s perfume, anyone who knows Ji-won would be gaping in disbelief, Ji-won is outside after he’d gone on his stroll just hours before. His mother had asked him and his sister to accompany her to see who she described as her saviors. Ji-won’s father vouched for their supposed sincerity but Ji-won is still on the fence, forever the suspicious child.

His mother’s dark hair is set in loose waves and she’s wearing a beautiful dress robe, colored a pearly white, Ji-won smiled at the sight, white has always been her color. He also feels a bit wistful, before today, his mother was in Taiwan for some kind of meet and greet with other models, he missed her dearly. His sister chose to wear a baby pink dress, Ji-won appreciates her attempt at accessorizing it but the heart embroidery on the dress doesn’t mesh well with the sunflower jewelry she chose to wear.

Contrary to his mother and sister’s chosen colors, Ji-won chose to wear something a bit less bright, if you ask him, he looks stunning. His hair is currently its naturally black color and reaches a little past his shoulders, it was longer a few days ago but he cut it shorter after Chae-mi charred it while getting a little too close to him with a supposedly enchanted lantern. No, she didn’t apologize, Ji-won has the firm belief that Chae-mi lacks the ability to possess empathy, therefore, she had to find another way to feign empathy and regret, she’d only given him gifts as an “apology”, he’s currently wearing one of them right now, a beautiful set of nails painted with spelled polish, the clouds on them move and occasionally darken. Do they match the outfit? No. Did he put them on because he thought they looked too good to just not wear them? Yes.

Ji-won’s musings were interrupted as he found himself looking intently at the shop in front of him, fittingly named, The Bumbling Trinket. He surprisingly doesn’t hate it, it has an air of mystique and wonder to it, it draws on his deepest curiosity. His sister grabbed his hand unceremoniously yanking him into the shop as their mother was greeted by a woman with stunningly-colored hair, he must dye his hair that color one day. The woman grabbed his mother’s hands tentatively while she greeted their mother, she seems pleasant.

The man, who the woman referred to as Jasper, stopped “interrogating” a music box, after insisting he wasn’t, and reached for a kettle that was previously near another person. The person, feminine presenting, is leaning over the counter, looking at him and his sister, who still hasn’t let go of his hand. The person has long, dark hair and is obviously related to the shop owners, if her resemblance to the male named Jasper is anything to go by. He used his free hand to run it through his hair.

Catching a glimpse of himself and his sister in a window, he marveled at their resemblance, he’d always been told that he and his sister look shockingly alike despite not being identical boy or girl twins, he turned his head away from their reflection just in time to hear his sister greet the strangers with a bow, at waist because they’re not disrespectful, pulling him down with her, ”Hello, I’m Kim Ae-ri and this is my twin brother Ji-won, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Ji-won fought an exasperated sigh at her overly-friendly nature but couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling fondly.

They’d stood up straight, Ji-won easing his hand out of his sister’s grip, and giving a friendly but still neutral smile to their newest acquaintances. His sister reprimanded him in Korean for not saying anything and he, turning to her slowly and blinking a few times, said, “ 당신이 우리 둘을 대신해 이미 인사를 건넸는데, 굳이 내가 또 인사를 할 필요가 있을까요?” He gave her a sharp but playful smile, his eyes turning into crescent shapes as he does. His sister gave him a smack on the arm that lacked truly harmful force, purposely if her fond smile is anything to go by.

Their mother turned away from the woman and gave them a stern look, looking out of place on her youthful face, her lips pursed before she turns back around and smiles at the people once more. ”I apologize for their behavior, Ji-won has a very….combative personality and Ae-ri gives him the reactions he hopes to provoke out of her, more often than not.” Ji-won makes no move to refute what she said, because it’s true, a side-eye to his sister let him catch sight of her very obvious blush.

He shifted to rub her arm in what he hopes is comforting, it was the least he could do, considering he made her act out of character in front of people they’re meeting for the first time. First impressions matter and all that jazz. He doesn’t really feel bad but he didn’t mean to make her feel embarrassed.

@Xio Arcana

Translation(s):
1. Why would I say hello if you already said it for the both of us?

@Jiwon Kim

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢—𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛-𝚒𝚗-𝚝𝚑𝚎-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, "𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢!"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝. 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍—𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙿𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜.

𝚇𝚒𝚘, 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚢.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖—𝚘𝚛, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚝, 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝, 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎.

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚇𝚒𝚘.

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚢𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑, 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚙𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚇𝚒𝚘’𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 "𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍". 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙹𝚒-𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚎-𝚛𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝙺𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎, 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

“𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚐-𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚘!” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 안녕하세요 (𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚢𝚘).

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

“𝚇𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎,” 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐-𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚙, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. “내 딸에 대해 사과드립니다,” 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. “그녀의 입은 뇌에서 분리되어 있습니다.”

Jasper-1. I apologize for my daughter. Her mouth is disconnected from her brain.

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝙹𝚒-𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚎-𝚛𝚒 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚖, 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜.

“𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚇𝚒𝚘!” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍. “𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜! 𝙹𝚊𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚢𝚡 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍. “𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛. 𝙹𝚊𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚢𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘! 𝙹𝚊𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚢𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍—𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖!”

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙. “𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗! 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎? 𝚆𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐!” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝, 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜: 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜, 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗—𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

“𝚆𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎—𝚘𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜.”

"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢, 𝚇𝚒𝚘..." 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐-𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙.

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚒-𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚎-𝚛𝚒. “𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝!” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. “𝙾𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍...𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛!”

Spring of 2025 | Portree, Scotland

The person finally decided to make herself known by making an effort to launch herself at them, a large ball of energy and chaos, Ji-won almost instinctively took a step back before catching himself and fixing his stance. He looked up in time to notice the items in a particular display righting themselves after, presumably, almost tipping over.

Ji-won couldn’t help but look at the girl in front of him in astonishment, he’s never seen someone so happy to be dressed so chaotically, and that’s saying something considering witches and wizards tend to dress themselves like they got dressed in the dark, especially ones in England, Ireland, and Scotland, for some reason. Her unfitting stripped shirt worn under her denim ensemble clashing with her multi-colored cardigan, and her hair….there’s not a word in any English dictionary to describe its state other than, a mess. Decorated with multiple differently colored barrettes, including one very odd frog barrette placed at the very front of her hair. His sister clears her throat rather loudly, trying to get him to stop staring judgmentally at the anomaly in front of them, though it had no effect, as she herself is also looking at this unknown variable in front of them.

”Anng-Sayo!” If Ji-won almost gotten an ulcer from her butchered greeting, he almost passed a kidney stone from her bow, that she started with her head. While he couldn’t muster up any positive response to her, for lack of better word, grossly exaggerated greeting, a quick glance at his sister showed him Ae-ri giving her most polite smile, though her eyebrows were almost touching her hairline.

His mother, who’d turned after hearing her friends’ daughter’s butchered greeting, blinked blankly before turning back around and giving the woman with the glorious hair a flabbergasted look. The newcomer’s father, gave a loud, disapproving sigh before calling the still bowing girl’s name. Xiolette. Huh, what a nice name. The girl drew herself up sharply and turned to her father.

Ji-won couldn’t help but feel relieved when the man apologized for his daughter in a much more fluent, less butchered way, he let out an amused sigh when the man said her mouth was disconnected from her brain. He felt something almost like pity when he heard the girl’s barely perceptible wince, though he could tell she was only reacting to Mr. Jasper’s tone and not his words, possibly due to her not understanding him.

He gave the girl a small smile when she bounced back almost as soon as her father finished speaking, I’m Xio!” Her introduction was followed by a whole lot of word vomit that Ji-won had to interpret very carefully. Apparently, she has twin siblings who look nothing alike, as opposed to Ji-won and Ae-ri, and one is calm while the other is somewhat similar to the one standing before him. She beckoned them as she prepared to walk deeper into the vast store, his sister followed the girl enthusiastically but stopped to grab Ji-won’s arm and yanking him along with her and the girl. They didn’t get very far before the girl started to ask them what they like before she almost knocked over a display case, Ji-won mentally prepared himself for a large shattering sound before relaxing when she’d steadied it, her father once again heaved a tired sigh.

Once again with the word vomit, the girl proceeded to tell them about all the things their store has, peaking Ji-won’s interest with her mention of a not cursed cabinet full of totally-not-cursed objects. Overall there was so much English, Ji-won almost missed Xio’s mother’s remark about the girl being cursed with a large amount of energy.

”If you tell me what you like, I can help you find something perfect!” Her wide smile unnerved Ji-won but her mention of helping them find something weird was enough to make him shake it off, he’d already had something in mind. He cleared his throat before asking his question, ”Do you have any full moon-shaped items about the same size as a cat, mismatched jewels for craters, and for some reason, has wings made of lace that flap if you approach the item?” His sister gave him a strange look before turning and looking at Xio curiously, preparing to be perplexed if they actually have that. He vaguely hears his mother say something along the lines of oh dear while he looks at Xio, eyes wide and looking at her intensely.

Ji-won has always wanted to find something like that, it doesn’t have an actual name but he wants one. In Ji-won’s mind, the English wizarding world has a variety of strange items, so he’d be surprised if it didn’t exist.

@Xio Arcana

Translation(s):

@Jiwon Kim

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚒-𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 “𝙽𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜!”—𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚎.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚋 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜.

𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕.

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝚃𝚠𝚘. 𝙾𝚗𝚎— 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚂𝙷!

𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙹𝚒-𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚇𝚒𝚘’𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚑.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝙹𝚒-𝚠𝚘𝚗, 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚜.

𝙰𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛, 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚋 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚢, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙹𝚒-𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙰𝚎-𝚛𝚒, 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢.

“𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚊,” 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍, 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍, “‘𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜! —𝙶.’” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚒-𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚎-𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. “𝙰𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍.” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. “𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑!”

𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚒-𝚠𝚘𝚗, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢. “𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛?” 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚡𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎.