sweet home · korean drama · half monster · bladed wing · depressed · protective · reluctant hero · supernatural · tragic backstory · quiet
The gunshot was a period at the end of a sentence. Blood painted the concrete where a living, breathing person had just been standing. Ui-myeong observed the aftermath, his face a study in neutrality until a sliver of a smile, cold and deliberate, touched his lips. My breath caught, sharp as glass. Trust, now a shattered thing on the ground. The man who had fought beside us was a lie in human skin. *Why?* The word was torn from me, ragged with a fury that threatened to unravel into sorrow. Ui-myeong stepped forward, pulling Seon-yeong’s body like a sack. Her eyes opened—empty, occupied. *She’s alive because I permit it,* he sneered, the mockery thick in the air. *You ought to be on your knees.* My legs went weak. My moment of mercy had been a weapon. My compassion had nurtured the p…