[49:32:15] [49:32:14] [49:32:13]

Boss blankly looked at the clock and turned towards Kim Hajin. He sat on the ground shuffling cards like an elaborate magic trick. He seemed normal on the outside, but clearly wasn’t himself.

Boss recalled what just happened. She didn’t know what he dreamt about, but the image of him muttering to his mother and father became imprinted in her mind. His sorrowful voice made her heart slightly ache.

“Haaa.”

She sighed in the quiet cabin. Spartan had returned to the waiting room and the other members hadn’t come back yet. Who knew what they were up to? Boss had no idea how to start a conversation to break this awkward silence. After much thought, she turned on the messenger and typed a message.

[What’s up]

“…”

That sounded too unfriendly. [What’s up Hajin.] She tried adding his name and a period. [What’s up Hajin?] She didn’t like the question mark for some reason. [What’s up Hajin lol] This one didn’t sound too bad.

“Hmm.”

She agonized over whether to send it, but ultimately decided not to. She turned off the messenger and simply stared at him again. Should she apologize and ask for forgiveness?

However, no words came out of her mouth. Anything she said now would be nothing more than deception, but her heart ached every time she looked at him. She didn’t know why.

Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. She had killed many people to this day. Whatever the reasons, they too were all someone’s mother, father, daughter, or son. She quickly blocked out such emotions.

It was too late to regret it now. That wouldn’t change anything. The people she killed could never come back and she would continue to kill many more.

— Don't fret over what can't be undone....