I can’t recall when it started, but I began seeing memories of the past whenever I closed my eyes. My mom embracing me with a smile, the garden we used to stroll around, and the sight of her body covered in blood. The rain that poured during her funeral, my older brother holding my hand as he held back his tears, and my younger self who pledged in front of her grave.

I decided to become a hero and entered the Military Agent Academy. One day, heroes I didn’t recognize came to visit. They wore black uniforms to mourn the loss of a comrade and told me oppa fell into a hopeless coma.

Shock and sorrow overwhelmed me, but I didn’t give up. The enemies still roamed out there. I believed oppa would recover. He would wake up and hold me in his arms if I worked hard enough.

I entered Cube with determination and hope. Then I met him for the first time. He acted rather strange and picked a fight by bringing up oppa during our first meeting. He called me a hopeless archer and told me to switch to a sword. I hated him to death and wanted to beat him to a pulp.

Time passed and I came to not dislike him. In fact, I found myself constantly staring at him and wanting to be by his side. I still never figured out why.

Kim Hajin, a man of mysteries, the bastard who killed oppa without any explanation. Now I knew...