naraxmaneo:
OPEN STARTER // TW: blood, mental unstability, violence.
alone, in her home- binding herself to a near pitch-black bedroom, nara’s mind and her curse was in action. she didn’t fear the darkness surrounding her, but the darkness in her own heart, feeding off her consciousness. that would explain why she was cowling into the corner as if her mind wasn’t the culprit. where else can she run though?… when her enemy is herself?
this wasn’t like any other mind facing a mental demon either, this was something far beyond it. the power her conscious had was foul, and didn’t care for boundaries- even now, it manifested an infant boy; knowing that she’d come crawling toward it, her arms outstretched, crying. ignoring the voice cutting into her.
‘i have to admit, i’m not buying it, nara. you didn’t love, taejo.’
she didn’t even think to respond, her mind was set on wrapping her arms around her baby.. taejo. but, as she expected, the moment her fingertips grazed his the child morphed into herself like she was looking in a mirror-.. except this one had black eyes and livid dark intent. the look-alike walked toward nara, a sinister smile on her lips, taunting her. the skinwalker recoiled, dragging herself back into the corner.
‘your weeping does not impress me.. a killers tears, does not impress me’
nara this time had something to say, covering her face with one arm and holding up a sword with her other, using that to block the double from coming closer. “be quiet-.. be QUIET.” hearing the other continue to speak, nara repeated herself over and over, swinging her sword until she was chasing ‘herself’ around the house. her mind was literally, taunting her- so much that she didn’t even care that she destroying her home, she wanted her.. it, whatever it was, dead.
eventually, nara was lured out of her home, looking for her enemy. hearing steps around the corner, maybe a voice, her paranoia sprung into action; and before she knew it, she’d pinned a random person, and her sword was pointed right at their neck. blind to the fact, they weren’t her.
wiping the blood coming from her nose, she sniffled. “does this impress you, hmm? i can kill you right now. i can- i will do it.”
Minsik couldn’t say he saw the appeal of coming back to Korea most days. Aching body, throbbing feet, and barely coherent words - check, check, and check. As a new fellow in the trauma department, Minsik was seen as the one who did not fit in, an anomaly in the carefully crafted culture of the healthcare unit. Minsik felt like an invader in the place he was supposed to call ‘home’, and now he felt like an invader at work too. Signing off dutifully at the end of his proglonged shift each day was something he sadly looked forward to now, the once burning passion now flickering with the last of its embers.
Dragging his feet out of the prestigious hospital, Minsik already began to dread the beginnings of his freedom. After all, it would lead into a repetition of an endless cycle that he despised. Deciding that there was no point being such a little downer, the doctor trudged into the first convenience store he came across to pick up endless supplies of candies, jellies, and snacks. Sweet things cheered him up, and the prospect of lying on his twin’s luxurious couch while gorging himself on them would be a small win, at least.
He’d been a couple blocks away from their apartment building at most, when an unexpected force jerked him backwards, the edge of a knife pointed precariously against his jugular. Minsik’s first reaction had been to freeze, to formulate a way out of this - he didn’t want to die, couldn’t afford to die. Not right now, anyway. Through the dark, he barely saw his assailant’s face, but he heard the agony in the restraint of her voice, smelled the hint of iron before he felt the warm drop of fluid on his skin.
Minsik’s anxiety cooled immediately, the logical part of his brain kicking in as the doctor surfaced and took the reins. “I know you can,” Minsik reasoned in a levelled voice, keeping eye contact with the other. He raised his hands - a show that he was unarmed and did not intend to bring harm upon the other or anyone in their vicinity. “Good evening. I noticed that you’re bleeding from your nose. Is it alright if I took a look at it? Nosebleeds may suggest an internal injury and I just wanted to ensure that everything is fine. I am a doctor, by the way. My staff badge is in the left breastpocket of my shirt.”











