The shaman watched me as I cried, and she sighed, striking the bowl a third time.
"Hwang Jo-Pil, why do you not want to go back?" She asked, and I paused.
Among the numerous questions I had asked myself in the past few days, this was one question I had only asked myself once.
Why do I not want to go back? Why was I scared to go back, rather? And I came to the conclusion that it was because the book was dark.
But as I lived there, the concept of dark had vanished completely with their bright smiles and warm voices as they called my name.
Was it because those men were vicious and cruel to me in the novel? The life I don't remember living but rather reading?
No, I didn't even care much about what had yet to happen and only cared for the present, making the most out of my efforts to get them to like me and protect me.
And so, I succeeded. They adored me... To an extent.
So, why do I hate the idea?
