Psycho game

It was raining that day.

The kind of rain that makes the city feel quieter… heavier.

I remember everything.

Every second.

From the moment we first met… to the moment I stopped being human.

2013

Seoul.

A small, old neighborhood where broken people disappear quietly.

I was divorced.

Empty.

Drowning in debts that were never really mine.

My ex-husband borrowed money from a loan shark.

Then he borrowed another woman’s body.

Then he disappeared.

Ten million won.

That’s the price of my life.

They didn’t care that he was gone.

They wanted me.

I worked anywhere that didn’t ask questions.

Barbecue restaurants.

Libraries.

Random part-time jobs from an app on my phone.

Still, it was never enough.

The calls never stopped.

The threats never softened.

And every night, I felt like I was standing on the edge of something dark.

I stopped trusting people.

Then I stopped trusting myself.

That night, I wrote it down for the first time.

I want to die.

Not because I was dramatic.

Not because I wanted attention.

Because no one would miss me.

No one would cry.

Everything was ready.

The chair.

The silence.

The end.

The rain grew louder.

For a moment, I thought someone was knocking on the door.

I held my breath… waiting for my life to be collected.

And then… my phone vibrated.

A message.

From him.

Seo Joon.

He never saved people.

He only changed them.

The only person I ever loved.

And the only person I should have feared.

You might think I’m crazy.

Sometimes I say I.

Sometimes I say she.

There’s a reason for that.

I have schizophrenia.

And this…

This is where the game began.