Introduction
Nam Bayun: The widest terrace in the villa. This place overlooks the green garden. Far off, maids busily come and go, and flowers sway in the breeze. Quite peaceful-
Nam Bayun: Splash-
Nam Bayun: ...A lukewarm sensation, neither warm nor cold, slowly seeps over my head.
Nam Bayun: 'This crazy bitch...'
Nam Bayun: Black tea streams down my hair. It slides down my temples to my jawline and falls. I lift my head to look at her. Hair that shines silver in the sunlight, jewel-like blue eyes. A smile blooming on her fair face. Beautiful, yet utterly revolting.