A narrow room, its metal walls sweating with humidity.A pale yellow light hung from a sloping ceiling, revealing the features of the grim-faced men surrounding him.
He was sitting on a rusty chair, his hands bound with metal wire, his fingers stained with blood. Someone approached him quietly, carrying a rusty pair of pliers, and asked in a rough voice:— "Where are the documents? Where are you hiding them?"
Silence.His face is rigid, his eyes scanning the ground as if the answer is there.
Another man laughed a cold laugh, grabbed his hand violently, and ripped his nail out. Pain erupted through his body, but his lips remained sealed.— "You insist on playing?"
He was electrocuted. Metallic stings tore through his skin, and the smell of burning flesh permeated the room. And yet... he remained silent.
After an hour of torture, sweat was pouring down his forehead, his body trembling despite his resistance. One of them leaned down to his face and said sharply:— "Last chance. Speak up."
He slowly raised his eyes, in them a quiet darkness, then whispered:— "They're in your ass."
The man exploded with anger, pulled out a long knife and pressed the blade against his neck until blood came out.— "Well... you didn't say where the documents are? We'll kill you now!"
And at the moment when he is about to be beheaded—
He opened his eyes suddenly.He was breathing heavily, beads of sweat covering his face.He's not in a torture chamber. The ceiling is white. Medical equipment flashes a steady green light. The smell of disinfectant fills the room.
Hospital? How did you get here?
He tried to get up, but his body felt heavy. He stared at the wall to make sure it wasn't just another dream.
The door opened, and two doctors entered. They asked him questions he didn't want to hear. He remained silent, staring at them coldly until they left, whispering to each other:— "Psychological trauma... identity unknown."
After long hours:Families entered one after another. A woman screamed, "It's my son!" Another cried, a man waved a picture. But he didn't move, didn't say anything, as if none of this concerned him.
Finally, a family entered, consisting of an elderly man, a grandmother shivering with fatigue, and a seventeen-year-old girl who stared into his eyes for a long time, then whispered with strange confidence:— "This is it... I will never miss his eyes."
The grandfather turned to his daughter and said,— "I know you miss your big brother, but we have to make sure..."
The girl interrupted him loudly,— "Do you remember, Grandpa, when you were telling us about my older brother? Why did the hot water fall on his neck? Look! He has the burn on his neck, doesn't he?"
The old man turned around, looked at the young man's neck, and saw the scar. Suddenly, an old memory came back to him: a four-year-old child, playing happily, not caring about the world, then tripping and spilling hot water on his neck.
The grandfather ran straight to hug the young man, tears filling his eyes. The girl and grandmother followed him, hugging him warmly.
But the young man's voice of pain interrupted the moment:— "Ah... ah..."
Grandfather realized he was pressing on his broken ribs.— "Sorry... I was overcome with longing. Are you okay, son?"— "I... I don't remember anything about my family. Only the moment I was separated from my father and mother."
The doctor smiled as he entered:— "That's normal. With time, you'll get everything back. Let's let him rest a little."
After a whole month - 05/15/2017 - 6:45 PM:A month passed and it was time for him to go out. This month he learned that he had a sister named Sakura Lee, and a twin brother named Yamatai Lee.
Yamati visited him several times. He looked handsome like his sister, with a strong, sturdy body, battle-scarred hands, bright brown eyes, and a short nose. He was in the same class as his sister in high school.
They both have been living with their grandparents since their parents died, and they have taken care of them like their own children.
Knock on the door:— "Knock... knock..."
The young man adjusted his position and said,— "Come in."
The door opened, and Sakura walked in with a bright smile, her smile almost lighting up the room.— "Are you ready? It's time for you to head out! Let's go!"
She looked excited as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
They finally arrived at the house. It was a house with a shop on the ground floor and two floors upstairs.— "We've arrived... This is your home, Jin."
Jin walked over and pushed the shop door open."Ring... ring..."
Welcome back!There was a smiling girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes, very beautiful.(She seemed to be waiting for us.)
Sakura introduced her:— "Jin, this is my friend Hina, she works at the shop part time."
The girl extended her hand:— "Nice to meet you."
Jin shook her hand with a smile,— "Nice to meet you."
"Come on, boys," said Grandpa from inside. "It's time to celebrate!"
They set a table full of food and sweets, and the celebration began for the return of the grandson and brother who had been lost for 14 years.
Sakura sat next to him:— "How is it? Delicious?"
Jin took a bite, smiled with sparkling eyes, and closed his eyes in relief:— "Yes... it's delicious."
Jin had never eaten food like this in his life... this was the first time.
After eating, Grandpa stood up:— "Sakura, take your brother to his room to rest."
Sakura stood up,— "Let's go, Jin."
They went up to the third floor.
I opened the door to a small room with a bed, a desk, an old computer, and some books.— "Come in, Jin, we didn't want to fill the room until you chose what you wanted to add."
Amazement appeared on Jin's face; it was the first time he had seen such things. He took two steps towards the bed and lay down, feeling comfortable and at peace.— "I don't want it just like this."— "Okay, sleep tight," Sakura said happily.
His smile remained for a few moments, then his features suddenly turned stern:(I have to get started... I don't have time. I have to start my organization. The opportunity has come to me and I can't let it go to waste.)
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The next day:
— "I'll go, I'm late for class. Bye."
The family was gathered for breakfast except for Jin and Sakura who went to class because they were late.
The grandfather asked,— "My dear, isn't it getting late?"— "Yes... okay, I'm going. See you."
Grandma looked at Grandma who was washing the dishes:— "Do you think Jin is still asleep?"— "I don't know, but he was tired... Let him rest. I'll open the shop and make some sweets. Come help me when you're done."— "Yes."
In Jin's room:— "997... 998... 999... 1000!"
He was doing push-ups. After he finished, he took a shower and went downstairs. He found no one in the shop, so he headed to the kitchen, where he found his grandmother making sweets with a happy smile.
He approached with quiet steps so as not to disturb her, but she suddenly turned around and saw him:— "Jin! Are you awake?"— "Yes, I didn't find anyone so I wanted to see what you were doing."— "Well, do you want to help me make the dessert?"— "Can I?"
Grandma smiled and they began to work together. Grandpa watched silently from afar.
Open the shop door:"Ring... ring..."
Grandfather went to see who was there, and saw six huge men, their muscles bulging and their bodies covered in tattoos.— "Hey old man, have you got the money ready?"— "This is not our agreed upon time."— "Haha, we decide when to take our money!"— "I won't give you anything even for a specific day."
Someone punched the old man hard in the face, causing him to hit the shop window and shatter with a loud bang.
Grandma and Jin heard the sound and ran quickly.They saw the old man lying on the ground, his blood flowing. The grandmother trembled and became very scared... while Jin's face changed from a calm smile to a sharp frown:(I want to kill him... I want him... I want him... I want to kill him... kill him... kill him... kill him...)
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