---

They approach and now see in the next corridor:
Corpses mutilated by axe, blood everywhere!

:

(disgusted) What a carnage! Who did this?!

:

(points to a door at the end) At least the dead show us the way.

---

(Slices of life, stretched across an unknowable time, days, weeks, months...)

---

Yeon-Joo pushes the woman off the bed.
The woman falls rigidly, keeping her pose absurdly locked.
Yeon-Joo sits on the man and "RaAh!" moans during penetration.
Then she starts thrusting...
On the floor, the woman at the peak of orgasm seems to look perversely at Yeon-Joo.

:

(caresses the man's chest, moans) ~Mmh... Aah... ~Aaah... Mmmh... You're a good lay...

("looks" at her, eyes frozen in time)

Yeon-Joo continues to climax sordidly, in this sinisterly deranged atmosphere...

---

The library is deserted, except for...
Three people frozen, terrified by the missile at the window.
Yoon-Hee leafs through manhwas.
Wang Shin chooses a history book from a shelf.
On his wrist, cords make two books dangle.

Wang Shin sits at a table.
He takes from a pouch a needle attached to a cord.
He sews the edge of the history book!
Then he slips the cord around his wrist and weighs the hanging book.
A trick forcing the presence of objects and avoiding a "reset to original position".

:

(notices he's finished) I'm gonna jack a car.

:

Let's rather go read in a park and take a walk.

---

Wang Shin and Yoon-Hee leave the park.
They walk on a magnificent pedestrian bridge.
It is wrapped in cables resembling silk cables.

They stop in the middle.

:

(smiles) I have the intuition that you like this romantic place.

:

(takes his hand) Yes. We should come here often.

:

(takes her in his arms) We have all the time.

(bothered, doesn't dare speak)

:

(senses her unease) Something wrong?

:

I'm sorry, I think we'll never have a child.

:

(amused) It's not for lack of trying! I think the stopping of time prevents it. (sighs) We are castaways of Time.

:

(serious, looks at him intensely) ..... I love you.

:

(tender look) I love you too.

Gently, Wang Shin kisses her... a long and tender kiss...

:

Time no longer exists, when we love each other...

(tenderly rests her head on his chest, dreamy smile)

Wang Shin and Yoon-Hee are ready for eternity...

---

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---

:

(delighted) It's the big day for you, Mister Park~.

Professor Min removes the bandages from Soo-Bong's face.
He no longer wears a cybernetic helmet.

:

Oh, nothing new since the removal of the last mandibular fixation... (removes the last bandage) ... except that there's no more need for a bandage.

:

(leads Soo-Bong to a mirror) ~So handsome, so virile. ~You have the charm of a boxer, Mister Park!

Soo-Bong looks at himself in the mirror:
A deformed Neanderthal jaw. No surprise.

:

(leans over him smiling) What do you say?

:

(articulates poorly, sarcastic) I've seen celebrities with more botched cosmetic surgeries.

:

Continue the speech therapy re-education. Soft foods are now authorized, but go easy on the chewing.

---

He opens a system menu of the tablet: technical directories.
He clicks a folder "sys_utils", anonymous among the others.
A popup "Password" appears, a number grid.

Sin-Moo clicks "8-4-6-9". The folder opens:
Two manhwa project files, "FM" and "Drafts".
Sin-Moo brings the stylus near "FM", expressionless... Tic! clicks on it.

Soo-Bong is seized by a sudden idea.
He stops scrolling and jumps directly to the last drawing:
¤ Min-Soo waking up in the hospital room.
Soo-Bong clicks "Delete" and erases the drawing.

-

At the instant the manhwa becomes alive, and by itself... it's the first drawing it will create and display on the tablet!

Soo-Bong wakes with a start and sees a drawing materialize on the tablet:
¤ Min-Soo opens his eyes in the hospital room. Neither "THE END", nor "TO BE CONTINUED".
Soo-Bong, ... !!, exults with joy, watches the drawing finish.

---

Min-Soo dissolves from "image" to "real". He sits on the floor.
He looks at the empty room, neither Soo-Bong, nor Yeon-Joo. Min-Soo, ... ?!

---

---

---

---

Kang Chul dissolves from "real" to "image" on the tablet.

~

Yoon-Hee?! I need to know the situation.

:

I prepared that, Hyung Kang.

Soo-Bong loads the project "Restored Reality - Preparation".
At the bottom of the wall behind him, a ventilation opening diffuses a troubled gas...

Soo-Bong opens an image: a sheet with a long text.
He has a dizziness, flagging.
He doesn't understand, pulls himself together, clicks "copy".
He staggers and fails to load the project "Restored Reality".

:

(tips over) No... (eyes rolled back)

Soo-Bong faints, drops the stylus and topples in his armchair.
At the bottom of the wall, the ventilation opening stops diffusing the soporific gas.

Jo Wan enters, wearing an oxygen mask.

He closes the door and goes to open the window wide.
He grabs Soo-Bong and lays him on the carpet.
He waits a few moments looking at his watch...

Jo Wan opens the office door and lets in:
The Delivery man! He carries the front of a stretcher, on which is asleep...
Ren-Bo!!! With glowing wings and an intravenous in her arm, connected to a rolling pole, held by...
Professor Nim! And carrying the back of the stretcher: Sin-Moo's Concierge! (Ep52)
Then, the Gardener! She holds a jerrycan of gasoline and sets it at the foot of the desk.

They set down Ren-Bo's stretcher and lay her on a couch next to Soo-Bong.

Soo-Bong is the victim of a conspiracy orchestrated by Sin-Moo!
Sin-Moo enters, wearing a blue jacket and a scarf, and the others bow respectfully.
Sin-Moo sits at the desk, expressionless, and seizes the "OSM" stylus.
He makes a "leave" gesture with his hand, and the others leave the office.

Sin-Moo clicks "sys_utils", enters the password "8-4-6-9".
The folder opens: "FM" and "Drafts".
He opens the project "Drafts": the drawing of a DICTAPHONE!

---

:

(on the smartphone) Thank you Yoon-Hee.

KZZT! Colored interference, Soo-Bong materializes on the floor.
Kang Chul, ... !!!, notices Soo-Bong asleep and clutching a newspaper.

---

Soo-Bong dissolves from "real" to "image" on the tablet.
Sin-Moo has just finished drawing him, clutching a newspaper.
Sin-Moo raises the stylus, impassive, then looks at the floor...
Here, Soo-Bong has become a faceless zombie!!

---

---

On the tablet, Soo-Bong stunned:

~

CHA YU-SUN! It was Cha Yu-Sun!!

:

And yes, Soo-Bong. (feminine voice)

Sin-Moo grabs a rubbery material at the base of his neck, under his scarf...
Shlaf! He rips off a mask!! His jacket opens. Long black hair flies.
The mask and scarf falls to the floor... and in front of the tablet... MI-RA!!!
(Wearing a sexy gothic undershirt under her jacket.)

:

This manhwa, I'm the one who will finish it.

GzZt! Mi-Ra crackles with colored interferences, briefly transparent!

---

---

---

:

I hope you don't hold it against me too much, Hyung.

:

No. I made a mistake that you fixed. Despite the potential risk, it was more prudent to keep a means of action.

:

It was simpler to draw a copy and have Ren-Bo go get it. But I was afraid the Narrator would see that.

:

What have you planned to neutralize the Narrator?

:

I didn't include any narration frames, nor "TO BE CONTINUED". He will be alerted when the manhwa asks him to write "FINAL CHAPTER".

:

..... (thinks, worried)

:

(anxious) Is that not good? You think he'll be alerted before?

:

How does he detect a living manhwa? I think it's linked to the tablet. When the manhwa generates, he reads the tablet, or captures the flow imprinting on it.

:

!!! (catastrophized) That means he already KNOWS?! (doubt) ... But why doesn't he appear right now?

:

I don't know... (anxious, thinks) Or maybe... ?? (too uncertain to talk about it)

:

(?!!) Maybe WHAT, Hyung?!!

:

Nothing... It wouldn't change anything... Tell me rather what is missing from Yoon-Hee's testimony.

---

:

(afflicted, looks at her other arm becoming transparent) Unnie, I have to find Wang Shin. Take me.

:

(trembling, overwhelmed) ... Yes... Let's go. (stands up)

(looks at Yoon-Hee, sad)

:

... Where?

:

I know where he'll go. (blinks briefly, colored interferences)

---

---

¤ Vroom... Do-Yoon, drives quickly on a country road.
¤ Hyo-Joo cries, in her luxurious Apartment, decorated with giant photos of her.
¤ Do-Yoon puts on his earpiece, clicks "My Top Actress" on his smartphone.
¤ (drama song) as smartphone ringtone. Hyo-Joo sees on it "My W Bodyboard"--

:

(!!!, incredulous... hopes... answers) Do... Do-Yoon?

:

Yes, Hyo-Joo, it's me. I'm back in the park.

:

(heart beating) Omo... I'm coming to get you.

:

No need, my car was there. I'm on my way to Seoul.

:

Then I'll wait for you. Drive carefully.

:

I can't. It's not over. Kang Chul needs me.

:

(frightened) No, no! It's too dangerous. (love-stricken) You risk disappearing again.

:

Sorry. I have to see Kang Chul first of all.

---

(Yeon-Joo drives the car in Seoul.)
BRZZ! "Kang Chul" on Yeon-Joo's ringing smartphone, held by...
... Yoon-Hee in the back, ensuring Chul-Moo's safety. (seatbelt too big for him)
Yoon-Hee has two transparent arms, and blinks regularly.

:

It's Kang Chul. (answers)

~

....

(casts an anguished glance in the rearview, at Yoon-Hee)

:

Yes. (to Yeon-Joo) He wants to know Professor Park's number.

:

It's in my contacts. Look under "Rutting Dog".

(scrolls the numbers on the smartphone, Look up "Rutting Dog")

---

:

(on the smartphone) Thank you, Yoon-Hee. (hangs up)

(watches him dial a new number)

:

(clicks to call... it answers) Professor Park, this is Kang Chul.

~

...

:

Yes. You must finish the manhwa quickly. For that you--

~

.....

:

(?!) Moon Mi-Ra?! What did she ask you?

~

.....

:

(listens attentively........) Yes, that's a good idea. Keep me informed. (hangs up)

:

(dumbfounded, impatient) So?

:

Mi-Ra has a plan to finish the manhwa. It looks like yours.

:

(confused) Is that a bad thing?

:

(doubt) In that case, why not let you do it? Why this machination to replace you?

:

(anxious) And the Narrator who risks appearing at any moment...

:

(takes out the dictaphone that was in the newspaper) Only by listening to this will we know for sure.

Kang Chul clicks on "Play", immediately shaken by Mi-Ra's velvet voice.

~

For you, Kang Chul, the man I will always love. Without hope that you still feel that love for me.

Kang Chul sheds a tear, in memory of the other Mi-Ra.
The one he loved and who no longer exists.

---

SUBTITLE : Two years earlier.

~

Here is my sad story. And how everything that must be finished will end. (tells...)

The screen flashes white, the light dissipates, revealing...

---

---

Mi-Ra staggers, step by step, to the railing.
She glances down: dizzying altitude.
Twice as high as the bridges of Seoul.

Mi-Ra raises her head toward the landscape and...
... her face implores tragically.
She looks at the river again, tears in her eyes.

:

Kang Chul, this is on another level than your favorite bridge, isn't it?

Mi-Ra straddles the railing!
Then, holding the rail, stands ready to jump.

:

(mad, nervous cackle) Ah... Ah-ah-Ah... (hiccups) Agh.. Agh... (becoming a fit of tears) ... mBoo hoo hoo hoo hoo...

She calms down and raises her eyes to the sky, bewildered...
... as if seeking God... but He is nowhere.

:

There is no word... for this infinite abyss... of absolute solitude...

She inhales deeply and looks down...
... exhales, without fear... soothed.

:

This suffering must end. (closes her eyes, topples into the void)

---

Clic! Kang Chul clicks "Pause" on the dictaphone.

:

No! (appalled.....)

:

(empathetic) Hyung. She survived. She must have changed her mind, clung to the rail.

(grimaces in sadness and clicks "Play")

---

Mi-Ra topples and... her hands let go of the rail!!!
She falls into the void... an endless fall between the cliffs...

---

:

.... !!! (eyes bulging, macabre stupefaction)

:

!!! (confounded with disbelief)

---

Mi-Ra falls to the bottom of the canyon... crashes into the river--
SBLASH!!! An immense spray of water shoots up toward the sky...

A rowboat navigates nearby: a FATHER (45) and his SON (18) are fishing.

:

(!!) A woman fell in the water! (puts down his rod)

:

Fell from the bridge? She's already dead. A suicide.

:

Dad! We have to help her!! (takes off his hat and jacket)

:

Yah!! The water is freezing. Stop your nonsense!

Spash! The young man dives toward the impact point.

:

Damn offspring! I didn't raise him to be reckless. All that to save a selfish woman scaring away the fish!

---

A monitor displays: regular heart rate, flat electroencephalogram.
Mi-Ra is comatose, in a comfortable bed, electrodes on her forehead.
The nurse changes her intravenous, when--
Mi-Ra's finger moves and Tit... Tit... Tit... the electroencephalogram reacts.

:

(!!, leaves) Professor Min! Professor Min!

Mi-Ra wakes, consternated... "a hospital?".
She lifts her torso, too weak, collapses.
Defeated, she abandons herself, cries in silence...

~

What absurd fatality... Even death rejected me...

Professor Min enters, followed by his nurse.

:

(bows, polite greeting) Here you are finally awake after 4 months! Bravo for your tenacity. How do you feel?

:

("what to say?") ..... As bad as before.

:

Do you remember anything?

:

... A bridge... I jumped from a bridge.

:

Can you state your identity?

Mi-Ra thinks about what to answer, silent for a moment...

~

What could I have said? I was nothing in this world.

(waits, worried)

(waits, anguished)

:

No... I don't remember anything else.

:

(troubled) The shock made her amnesiac!

:

(to Mi-Ra) You remember the bridge. That's a good sign. This memory loss will be temporary. A matter of hours.

-

I shouldn't have talked about that bridge.

:

Surviving such a fall is a miracle. Please, don't commit any more imprudence. If God exists, you are the proof, and He cares about you.

:

(sullen) If you say so...

:

I'll come back soon with the results of your analyses. (bows politely, then leaves the room)

The clock displays "08:00 am".

---

The sensation of several hours...

---

The clock displays "12:00 am".
Professor Min enters, holding a medical analysis file.

-

What to invent? He is convinced that I will recover my memory.

:

Have you recovered any memories? Your identity?

:

Uh... Not yet.

:

I reassure you, our establishment is bound to secrecy. No one will know about the suicide attempt.

:

?? ("why this strange remark") ... Thank you?

:

Your life is too precious to destroy it. But more than that, it's two lives you could destroy.

:

Pardon?!

Professor Min takes out a photo from the file: an ultrasound of an embryo.

:

You are pregnant.

:

(stunned) ..... !!! (stares at the photo)

Mi-Ra pulls aside the sheet, caresses her belly... Yes, it's visible, it's rounded.

:

(bursts into tears, nervous release) Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo... (moral healing)

(moved, looks at her with tenderness)

(moved to tears)

~

Yes... There was a design greater than me...

A sound of argument breaks out, behind the door of the room.

:

?! (goes to the door)

Bang! A knock at the door, then someone tries to open from outside.

:

... ?!

Professor Min blocks the door, half-opened by a strong man's hand.

:

(through the opening) You risk hindering the rememoration! You must let her recover naturally!!

:

(through the opening) That's enough! Get out of the way!

VLAM!! Jo Wan opens brutally.
He enters, forcing two guards to let him go.
He shoves Professor Min and rushes toward Mi-Ra's bed.

:

... !!!

He stops next to the bed and...
He drops to his knees and bows respectfully!

:

Mama!!! (clasping his hands in supplication)

:

(?!) ... Mama?

:

I beg you to gather your memories! You are our majesty Queen Cha!

:

Queen Cha... Cha Yu-Sun?!!

:

(hope) Yes... Yes, Mama!

:

(mad laughter) Ah ah ah ah! Ah ah ah ah ah ah! Ah ah ah ah! (interminable demented fit of laughter.....)

:

!!! (consternated, worried)

:

... !! (catastrophized)

:

(alarmed) Good God! I told you not to force her!

:

(calms suddenly) He's right. I am Cha Yu-Sun. Remembering everything, all at once... (ironic) That made me snap.

:

Pfwww... (great relief)

(bows, exults with hidden joy)

---

The Concierge drives in the Capital. Mi-Ra and Jo Wan in the back.
She is wearing a black satin robe with floral patterns.

:

What's your name?

:

(?!) Jo Wan, Mama?

:

I lied to the doctor. I'm missing some memories. Don't be surprised if I ask strange questions, for a while.

:

(relieved) Yes, Mama. I'll help you remember.

-

(examines him) He looks like No Gwan-Wu, and seems just as devoted.

:

(?) Don't hesitate to ask, Mama.

:

How long have you been serving me?

:

For years, Mama.

-

(?!!) Years?!

---

A counter with hairdressing and makeup utensils, mirrors.
A wardrobe, wooden mannequins wearing Queen dresses.
Two maids bowed waiting for the orders of...
... Mi-Ra, rummaging in the room, in company of Jo Wan.

(stops and examines Jo Wan... touches his jacket, his hair)

:

... ?!! (embarrassed)

:

Are you a creation of the Queen of Darkness?

:

(?!) Pardon, Mama?

:

("mystery") Nothing. Thank you for your devotion.

:

My life belongs to you, Mama.

Mi-Ra looks at a painting of herself on the wall, as Queen Cha Yu-Sun.

:

(nods in agreement, makes a decision) Let me get dressed...

(bows and leaves the room)

-

Living as Cha Yu-Sun shouldn't be difficult. Whatever my pain, I must live, I want to live.

She puts her hand on her rounded belly. Tenderness sadly nostalgic...

-

It will never be like having you by my side, Kang Chul. But it's the best you could leave me...

---

Cha Yu-Sun (Mi-Ra) is seated at a large desk, cluttered with documents:
Official decrees, magazines, newspapers, genealogy notebook.

She grabs an international royal gossip magazine.
The style of review making ordinary citizens dream.
Cover: "Magestyx", photo of smiling Cha Yu-Sun, throwing flowers.

She leafs through, finds the article about her and reads.
The photos show her at her best. A subtitle stands out:
"The most beautiful Queen in the world, the incarnation of politeness".

-

Very flattering, I seem to be loved, but from now on... (smiles) ... they'll have to forget about the politeness.

She puts down the magazine and consults a genealogy notebook:
Her name at the top of the lineage, unknown royal ancestors.

-

I am Queen in "Butterfly Girl" for years. Why? (remembers a line from the Correspondent)

~

Like your assistant, your union with Cha Yu-Sun will be a fusion. Consequently, the manhwa will consider you as born again inside it.

-

This status didn't change, after Ren-Bo killed the Queen of Darkness. In finishing, "Butterfly Girl" didn't consider me as born in the real world. And I didn't return to the real world at the end, because I didn't want to.

Cha Yu-Sun thinks, a finger on her lip, feels she has the right thread...

-

Yes, that's why! By staying here, the manhwa was forced to find me a role. At the final moment, it created a retro-causality to make my presence logical.

Cha Yu-Sun quickly leafs through some official decrees.

-

Protocol, ceremonies, charity. No political power. My role is to be benevolent, maintain the traditions, and give a moral orientation.

Cha Yu-Sun throws the decrees, which fly around the room.

:

MwoAh ah ah ah! Me, Moon Mi-Ra, give a moral orientation?!

Cha Yu-Sun digs through the newspapers, and finds a title that catches her:
"The Guild of Darkness: Reality or Fiction?"

-

(reads the article) The Guild of Darkness. A sect of fanatics, infiltrated at all levels in society. They plot for the return of the monarchy... Nice fiction!

---

Cha Yu-Sun is seated on the throne, stunned, and staring at...

... a group of people, kneeling before her. Jo Wan at the head.

:

I will serve at any time, at the cost of my life, Mama!

:

I will serve at any time, at the cost of my life, Mama!

:

I will serve at any time, at the cost of my life, Mama!

:

I will serve at any time, at the cost of my life, Mama!

:

The Guild of Darkness counts many other members, Mama. Important positions, such as the president of Regal Logis.

-

(consternated) These poor people, so faithful, dreaming of seeing me rule... while that kind of idiotic ambition is the last thing I want.

---

Cha Yu-Sun walks, escorted by Jo Wan, holding a parasol above her.
She is peaceful, radiant in the sun. Her belly is rounded, 8 months pregnant.
She sits on a bench. She caresses her belly with tenderness.
Jo Wan remains standing and looks at her with his usual sternness, tinged with tenderness.

:

It will be a girl.

:

Yes, Mama.

:

How will I name her?

:

Your choice will certainly be the right one, Mama.

:

Yoon-Hee, that would be-- ARGH!!! (rears up in pain clutching her belly)

:

(worried) Mama?!

Blood flows from Cha Yu-Sun's crotch.

:

!!!

:

Arghh... ahhh... (faints)

:

(supports her, shouts to the gardener) Call for help!!!

:

(worried) Yes!! (drops her rake, takes out her smartphone)

---

Professor Min and Jo Wan, grave, look at...
... Mi-Ra lying in bed, just waking up.

:

... ?! (feels her belly, flat!)

:

You stayed in a coma, more than 3 months...

:

(panicked) My baby, where is she?!

(contracted, sorry, about to say it...)

---

Kang Chul and Soo-Bong, worried, riveted to the dictaphone...

~

Alas, a miscarriage. Our child was stillborn, Kang Chul.

:

(devastated) Mi-Ra... (tears)

:

(sad) She didn't deserve that...

---

---

A large terminus, a dozen departure platforms...
... in front of a hall with shops, dozens of travelers.
Mi-Ra walks shakily, barefoot. An escapee from a madhouse.

She crosses a beggar, sitting on the ground. A bowl of coins in front of him.
She bends down, takes a few coins from the bowl, and leaves.

:

Yah!! Thief!!

(indifferent, mortified, walks away)

He stands up, runs after her, forces her to turn around.

:

Give me back my money! (threatens with his fist)

:

(psycho eyes) What, old wreck? You want to die with me? Take the last train?

:

(notices her appearance, frightened) If you want to die, you don't need my money!

:

It's to pay the ferryman of the river of death. (looks behind him, bluffs) Oh?! Someone stole the rest from you.

:

... !! (runs toward his bowl of coins)

He checks the bowl, still full of coins.
Relieved briefly, he turns around, but Mi-Ra has disappeared! Duped!

:

(mad with rage) ArAh!! ArAhh!! (tears at his hair)

In front of a platform without a train, a panel displays "Arrival in 5 minutes".

---

Mi-Ra walks to the end of the platform... and waits at the edge of the tracks.

Tugudu... tugudu... In the distance, a train approaches the station, on this track!

On the opposite platform, two rescuers see Mi-Ra. They confer, worried.
Then they make signs to her, hail "Madam! Step back, it's dangerous!"

TUGUDU... TUGUDU... The train enters the station!
Just before passing in front of Mi-Ra... She jumps onto the tracks!!!
SBLANG! The train hits her. Svratsh! She is swallowed under the wheels!
Arms torn off, legs cut, her mutilated body is ejected onto the other track.

A rescuer calls for help on his walkie-talkie. The other jumps onto the tracks.
He flips the bloody trunk-woman's body, to delay the hemorrhage from the thighs.
The stump of the arm bleeds more. The other rescuer comes to compress the wound.

~

No. Not like this...

The hand of the torn-off arm opens, letting the coins fall to the ground.

---

Cling-Bling! The same coins are thrown onto a waitress's tray.
The waitress sets a cup of coffee on the table of... Mi-Ra, who just paid!
(The suicide scene on the platform was a daydream.)

-

(pensive) This method is crap. I could survive in terrible conditions.

Many travelers discuss joyfully in the café.
Mi-Ra takes the hot steaming cup of coffee in her hands.

-

(cadaverous) Walk further than the platform. Put my head on the rail, that should be radical.

Bursts of laughter, further in the café, and behind Mi-Ra...
Two high school girls are seated at a table. One of them reads a manhwa.

:

YAH! This manhwa is crap!

-

A girl reading a manhwa, in the world of a manhwa. So absurd... It's time I end it.

:

(tries to snatch the book) Give it back to me, if it's just to criticize.

:

(dodges and continues reading to mock) "Professor Park Min-Soo", the super-surgeon with the hands of God. Champion of impossible operations. Dumb! Worse, he's old and ugly!!

:

Yah! All the details are realistic! You know nothing about surgery!!

-

A medical manhwa... absolute boredom, clichés by the shovelful.

:

You call that a realistic story?! This universe is insane. The cities have proper names!! Might as well baptize a kitchen utensil!

-

You find it practical to live in your absurd world? Being constantly bothered to designate a place?! Idiot!!!

:

(talks to her coffee spoon) How's it going, Suzy?

:

So what? It's just fiction. Me, I find it poetic.

:

"Seoul"... You'll have to try again for the poetry...

:

!!!!! (electroshock, she remembers now...)

:

...... (statufied with stupefaction, fully realizes)

:

(looks at the cover of the manhwa) "Lost Reality". Only the title is appropriate! Ah ah ah!

(stands up abruptly, snatches the manhwa from the girl's hands)

:

(??!) ... Yah! Ajumma, that's not yours!

Mi-Ra grabs a metal chopsticks on the table, and brandishes it toward the girl.

:

(psycho eyes, hateful rictus) Let me read, little bitch, or I'll shove this into the bottom of your eye.

:

... !!! (terrified)

:

... !!! (terrified)

The two girls confer with a look and gather their things.

:

We... We'll give it to you...

They go hide at the entrance of the café, and observe Mi-Ra from afar.
Mi-Ra scans the manhwa at full speed and, !!!, stops on a page:
¤ A large realistic portrait of Professor Park.

:

IT'S HIM!!! IT'S HIM!!!

(?!) People look at her. The laughter and discussions diminish.
Mi-Ra waves the manhwa at arm's length, showing it to everyone.

:

(mad) IT'S HIIIIIM!!!!! That's where I come from!!! AH AH AH!!!

People are consternated. Deathly silence.

:

(whispers) She escaped from a lunatic asylum!

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(whispers) A dangerous madwoman! We were right to leave.

Mi-Ra yells at them. Demented smile, crossed eyes, messy hair.

:

What do I do now?! DO I BITE A RAIL OR NOT?!!

Mi-Ra, face twisted with madness, tears of joy and despair mixed...

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