⚡️-REWRITTEN ELECEED ALTERNATE UNIVERSE-⚡️

CHAPTER 21: THE INDECIPHERABLE.

AUTHOR: OMG I'VE MADE THIS WHOLE ASS POWER SYSTEM THAT I'VE JUST BEEN DYING TO GET OUT THERE BUT UNFORTUNATELY PLOT TAKES PRIORITY AND I HAVE TO FIND A CONVENIENT PLACE FOR KAYDEN TO DROP LORE BOMBS AND TECHNICAL STUFF 😭😭😭

All that aside, I really popped off with this chapter (understatement🤪🤩)

CHAPTER 21: THE INDECIPHERABLE.

WOOIN'S POV:

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There are a few things wrong with my previous decision.

You may be thinking, "why would he go through all of that trouble for someone he barely even knew?"

...If I'm being honest, I'm still trying to figure that out as well.

Every kick to the stomach, every strike to my face and every drop of blood I had ever spat was felt at full resolution.

The yelling. The words dripping with misunderstanding and swimming in mixed feelings, like hate and sadness. Frustration.

Protecting and vouching for a girl I had barely any knowledge of or personal relationship with.

Jiwoo Seo.

I'm angry with you.

I'm angry with myself.

I'm angry with my professor, and I'm even more angry with the man named Kayden Break.

So many questions flooded my mind. So many 'what ifs' and 'what's nexts' cycled through my head as I stared up at the blank white ceiling. The sound of the lightbulb buzzing was all there was to hear aside from my own, rhythmic breathing.

I lifted my arm up and rested it over my eyes.

My first ever reasoning for going against my professor's orders were that I didn't want him to kill someone innocent.

Which was true. And still is, might I add.

But I knew it was more than that.

Why would I go against the professor— no... my savior, endure and suffer through all of his wrath for simply not wanting him to kill another? It's not as if he hadn't killed anyone before. No, he's killed many, and for the same reasons he had tried to kill Jiwoo.

To protect himself,

To protect his work, to protect me.

We both know more than anyone how crucial it is to keep our activity hidden. It's a matter of life or death.

And yet for some reason, a single girl was enough for me to throw away all of my caution.

The prize question was 'why'.

Maybe the question was so brain-rotting for me because it was, indeed, much more than one or two answers. And more of them than I would have liked had more to do with her than my professor.

So many thoughts came to mind and I didn't like any of them.

Sure, she had nothing to do with... any of this, really. But every time, for some reason, when I think of why I did what I did, I think of her own pain.

The wrath and beating she endured just for a single feline. Animals don't even have souls, so why?

I think of her face as well. Like an involuntary image, it would flash before my mind's eye. The glint of something indecipherable in her eyes.