I remember the times we used to play together. The times he used to sneak out of his house to play with me in the afternoon. As time passed and flue into the night, I remembered that dazzling moon. It glowed brightly that night. The last night I would see him. He and his emotionless golden, amber eyes as if they were saying goodbye.
He had everything. Had nothing instead. No life. No emotions. Only his golden, amber eyes that shone as bright as the moon that night. His name: Chung Ae
Our dreams shared that cold night of being together. Two lost souls who found each other. That's what we are and what he was. This may not make any sense to others, but to me it does. We were both lost kids who were deprived of regular human emotions. Even though to others we had everything; we had nothing.
A girl with one eye as dark as night. Hair as brown as hazelnuts. No life. No love. Only pale skin that was icy to the touch and replicated the moon's beauty. My name: Myung Hee
Our names of which we had nothing. A girl is full of brightness. A boy is full of love. We had none. What did our names really mean? Maybe just dreams our parents wanted from the depths of their hearts. Bared with children filled with the opposite. That's who we were. Unwanted children that our parents didn't care about.
"Unwanted by the world."
White walls surrounded a small child. No windows. No moonlight could be seen from the outside world. I remember that little boy. He was me. Injections were put in my arms over and over again. Saying, "You need to calm down!" Was that really the case or did you want me to stay quiet? What had I done?
Was I Weird? Insane? Impaired? Maybe I was just abandoned. Over and over I thought, "Why?" Why am I here? Why am I alive?
I'm a boy born with riches, but was I really? They paid no attention to me. They only said words like: "Go away", "Not now!", "What do you want?" What was I to them? Why was I born?
I only remember one person. A girl. She was kind and gentle. Both of us abandoned by our parents. I don't clearly remember what she looked like. The only thing I had remembered all those years ago was her skin tone. It was icy as the cold moon I had longed to see in that place of isolation. The place that drove me into who I am today. A murder.
I got out of that place on my 21st birthday and I never looked back. I left that big, gloomy house that my parents lived in and cared for myself. I started my own personal business and decided to not inherit my father's business. My business is the business of a mad man full of tricks and lies. I worked multiple jobs to get to where I am today. People now know me like him:
A man of wise thoughts. A lifesaver. A charming man is full of talent. But who was I really?
I am the famous night killer known as Simjang Sal- Inja of South Korea and plan of making everyone pay.
Payment will be done with the most important thing: