guardian demons

episode 1

Uncle: “Y/N! Put an end to it! You will hurt yourself!”

Mr. Roself’s voice was stern as he watched you smash everything, the sound of breaking glass echoing through the house. Curtains hung in tatters, and chaos surrounded you.

You: “I am fine without anybody! Please just leave me alone!!!”

You cried out, flinging the vase to the ground with all your might, sending it crashing into a thousand pieces. Your uncle's face softened, his eyes filled with pity and concern, but he knew there was little he could do.

Your hair was a mess, tangled around your face. You wore only a tank top and short jeans, your body shaking from emotion. The servants stood frozen in fear, too terrified to approach.

Uncle: “You try to understand. We can have a calm conversation.”

He tried to approach, his steps slow, careful, but you threw your blind stick with force, the clattering sound urging him to back off.

You: “I am useless, there’s nothing to talk about! They picked the new face of ballet dancing!!! I am just a burden. A FUCKING blind girl deserves nothing!”

Your words echoed in the room, raw with pain. You screamed, tears streaming down your face, the anger and sorrow overwhelming you.

Your uncle stood still, his hands outstretched, but he couldn’t comfort you. He knew you were not in your right state of mind—you were too far gone in the chaos of your emotions.

Uncle: “Y/N, you are my child. Try to talk to your uncle…”

His voice was soft, filled with love, but you couldn’t hear it. Filled with rage and frustration, you turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

The sound of your footsteps echoed as you marched out of the house. Without a word, you climbed into the black car parked outside.

Driver: “M…mam?? W…where should I take you?”

He stammered, his voice shaky as he waited for your command.

You: “Anywhere but too far!!! And don’t you dare tell my uncle!!!”

Your voice was sharp, filled with anger and desperation. You glared at the car driver, and he immediately nodded, his face pale with fear.

Driver: “Y…yes, m…mam…”

The chauffeur started the engine, the car moving out of the mansion gates with a soft rumble. In the rearview mirror, you could see your uncle running after the car for a brief moment, his arms outstretched as if to reach you, but you didn’t care. The car sped off, and soon, the mansion was no longer in sight.

Your uncle stood there, helpless, watching as the vehicle disappeared down the road, his face twisted with worry and concern. He didn’t know where you were heading, but he feared for your safety. And he had no idea how to stop you.

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(After thirty minutes)

You: "Please stop the vehicle!"

The words rang out, harsh and desperate.

Driver: "H...huh??"

You: "I told you to stop the car!"

With a shaky hand, the chauffeur hastily slammed his foot onto the brake, the car screeching to a halt.