• WANING MOON IN THE BLINDING FOG •
“From the moment I first saw you, I wanted to see you cry. ”
A man with no emotions. His underdeveloped affection is obsessive and unnecessarily cruel. In front of a certain woman, he becomes a sly, wild beast.
“I want him… but I want to hate him just as much.”
A woman who represses her own emotions. She’d lose herself in a series of dilemmas created by a certain someone, and maneuvered by those strange voices.
“Didn’t I tell you? You will eventually come to me. Your crying face is pretty. Cry a little more.”
And a man who buried her everything alive. The madman who was the cause of her misery.
Can she ever extricate herself from the clutches of the men who are both the root of her suffering and her life’s savior?
Between seasons… the hot and cold months that held her prisoner.
“Try to keep crying under me from now on.”
And arose from every blinding fog, the waning moon that was the sole cause of their infatuation.
“.....One day, I’ll make you miserable.
So try begging.
And all you will get
is regret.”
