Beg Us to Stop Our Conversation!!!
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: Could we talk for a moment?
Tada tack.__(Narrator's internal thought: What the hell? I'm being dragged into this chat now? Why does this keep happening?)
Wheelchair Slayer: Come in.__(Narrator's internal thought: Fine, fine. But I'm not smiling about it.)
Wheelchair Slayer: qwer1234 qwer1234__(Narrator's internal thought: Whatever. I'm just here to play. The rest is background noise.)
Wheelchair Slayer: 1v1__(Narrator's internal thought: Okay, let's get this duel over with. Fast.)
Soon the chat popped up.__(Narrator's internal thought: Huh? This feels off.)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: Wait, isn't this the important part?!
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: Are you crazy?! What are you even trying to do sending that?!
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: Of course we should run away, right?!
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: No, before that... were you a girl?
Tada tack__(Narrator's internal thought: ...The voice changed? This is getting weird.)
Wheelchair Slayer: Come in. I opened a room for you.__(Narrator's internal thought: Okay, whatever. Let's see what this is about.)
Swish. Swish.__(Narrator's internal thought: What is that sound? Some kind of effect?)
Then the chat started pouring in with those sounds.__(Narrator's internal thought: No way... that's my picture?)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: You really posted your own photo?!
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: No way... where did you even get it from?
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: Please just say it wasn't you.__(Narrator's internal thought: This is getting too real too fast. My skin is crawling.)
Wheelchair Slayer: It's my photo. Want me to re-verify?
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: No!!!!__(Narrator's internal thought: Okay, the panic is real. Just deny it already.)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: No, I don't need it. Please don't post it again.__(Narrator's internal thought: This is too much. Why is my face burning?)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: ......Is this you right now?!
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: Please don't do it. Please. Please.__(Narrator's internal thought: I'm begging... but my hands won't stop shaking.)
Wheelchair Slayer: When are you coming in?
Wheelchair Slayer: I'm waiting for you.__(Narrator's internal thought: This is taking forever. Why does time feel like it's standing still?)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: ......Ah. So you're really the real person, huh?
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: I'm going crazy. I'm so sorry.... I never meant to cause this....__(Narrator's internal thought: This apology is killing me. I feel like I'm going to puke.)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: I thought you'd just run away without verifying.__(Narrator's internal thought: I should have run faster. This is all my fault now.)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: So I just got hit with those ridiculous conditions.__(Narrator's internal thought: I didn't expect them to actually verify. That was a mistake.)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: I never thought you'd actually verify. I wrote that just to get you to verify, not because I'd upload it.__(Narrator's internal thought: I'm such an idiot. How did this spiral this bad?)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: I'm truly sorry. If I had known you were a woman, I would never have taken those conditions.__(Narrator's internal thought: This guilt is eating me alive. I can't breathe.)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: ......Ah. What do I do now. It's because of me.... I'm so sorry....__(Narrator's internal thought: I should have just ignored it. But now it's too late.)
Wheelchair Slayer: Why are you apologizing to me?__(Narrator's internal thought: This is weird. Why is she beating herself up?)
Wheelchair Slayer: I set those conditions too, I lost too, and I verified. It was my choice without any force.__(Narrator's internal thought: I don't get this apology thing at all. It's pointless.)
Wheelchair Slayer: Honestly, I don't even know why you're apologizing.__(Narrator's internal thought: Whatever. Just come in already.)
Wheelchair Slayer: Anyway, come into the room.__(Narrator's internal thought: This chat is turning my brain to mush. But I have to finish this duel.)
Why the hell am I apologizing?__(Narrator's internal thought: I don't get it. Why is this so heavy?)
I couldn't understand. Was posting my body photo really that big of a problem?__(Narrator's internal thought: Honestly, it shouldn't have mattered. I'm the one with the body now.)
Honestly speaking, I didn't care.__(Narrator's internal thought: This body is just a skin. It's not really me.)
The act of taking a photo of my body and uploading it online didn't stir any feeling in me.__(Narrator's internal thought: It's like a doll. Removing the clothes doesn't touch the inside.)
Well, if I said I felt zero shame, it would be a lie, but it's at a level where it doesn't matter.__(Narrator's internal thought: I don't have any affection for this body.)
This isn't me.__(Narrator's internal thought: This appearance has nothing to do with the real me.)
Of course. From the very beginning, it was completely different.__(Narrator's internal thought: The face, the body... everything changed.)
Name. Education. Past. Even the remaining photos stayed the same, but only my appearance changed.__(Narrator's internal thought: It's like the old me vanished and a new version appeared.)
Like a clean 『Ha Yunseo』 boy evaporated, and a girl named 『Ha Yunseo』 with only the genes changed was born in his place.__(Narrator's internal thought: I can't believe this is real.)
Just in case, I checked the resident registration. The photo showed a short-haired me.__(Narrator's internal thought: This is the proof I'm not the same person.)
I immediately opened the elementary school graduation certificate and there I was, with long hair, fully a girl.__(Narrator's internal thought: I looked pretty. Really pretty.)
Except for a slight blur in the features compared to now.__(Narrator's internal thought: But it was still me.)
It was exactly the same.__(Narrator's internal thought: The world didn't change at all.)
I felt the strangeness and immediately ran to a photo studio near my house to take proof photos.__(Narrator's internal thought: I didn't care what the face looked like. Long hair or changed features? Not my problem.)
As soon as I received the photo by email, I re-applied for the resident registration online.__(Narrator's internal thought: I had to know how it was officially now.)
-Will they accept it?__(Narrator's internal thought: Let's see what happens.)
The photo was approved without any issue.__(Narrator's internal thought: This is the official proof.)
After about a week, I went in person and picked up the resident registration. The front numbers were different.__(Narrator's internal thought: Just like that, 『Ha Yunseo』 the boy completely disappeared from this world.)
In a single moment, my existence was fully denied.__(Narrator's internal thought: Everything I had been fighting for crumbled.)
My memories. My past.__(Narrator's internal thought: Those countless scars from resisting and struggling to become a puppet.)
All became useless.__(Narrator's internal thought: The identity of 'man' that I had protected for 21 years collapsed like sand.)
The wings of freedom I had barely obtained after a long fight became feather clumps in one night and scattered away with the wind.__(Narrator's internal thought: This is why I can't accept it.)
The mirror's me.__(Narrator's internal thought: This disgusting skin covering my body.)
This is fake.__(Narrator's internal thought: I don't know this thing.)
-Ah.__(Narrator's internal thought: It feels like I'm going to throw up.)
What is this all about?__(Narrator's internal thought: What happened? How did everything go wrong?)
My stomach twists.__(Narrator's internal thought: What am I now?)
......What am I?__(Narrator's internal thought: This is a nightmare that never ends.)
A cursed nightmare.__(Narrator's internal thought: I can't escape it.)
When I look in the mirror, these thoughts always come.__(Narrator's internal thought: Why did I become this only now?)
If I had been like this since birth...__(Narrator's internal thought: Or just a few years earlier...)
Then maybe I wouldn't have become this pathetic human.__(Narrator's internal thought: I could have avoided this miserable life.)
I could have avoided becoming fodder for society.__(Narrator's internal thought: I could have had normal days: talking to people, making friends, having a girlfriend...)
Then the relationship with that woman wouldn't have ended like this.__(Narrator's internal thought: I have no choice but to admit it.)
It happens naturally when I look in the mirror.__(Narrator's internal thought: The perfect girl in the mirror could fulfill everything she wanted.)
And the sharp fact that with my original body I could never fill it.__(Narrator's internal thought: I can't resist anymore.)
I accept it.__(Narrator's internal thought: Two days later, due to the sudden change, I tried the 【Quest】 I had postponed.)
Four days later, I smashed all the mirrors in the house.__(Narrator's internal thought: I couldn't stand seeing that face anymore.)
One week later, I got triggered just by looking at a clean mirror.__(Narrator's internal thought: This is exhausting.)
Two weeks later, I tried the failed 【Quest】 again.__(Narrator's internal thought: Maybe this time it will work.)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: No... even if that's the case, I was wrong to provoke you that strongly...__(Narrator's internal thought: I feel like I'm the worst person now.)
Dot dot 1 Smoothie: And I pushed a woman too hard to upload that photo, so I think I take responsibility too.__(Narrator's internal thought: She must have felt incredibly ashamed....)
Wheelchair Slayer: Ah__(Narrator's internal thought: This apology is really getting to me.)
Wheelchair Slayer: Anyway__(Narrator's internal thought: Whatever. Just come in.)
Wheelchair Slayer: Come in.__(Narrator's internal thought: I can't wait any longer.)
Wheelchair Slayer: qwer1234 qwer1234__(Narrator's internal thought: Let's get this over with.)
......Wow.__(Narrator's internal thought: "......Is this person crazy.")
The words don't connect.__(Narrator's internal thought: My head is spinning from the cloudy sky's rambling.)
The cloudy sky muttered as if complaining about the frustrating feeling.__(Narrator's internal thought: Clearly my brain is broken beyond imagination.)
But even so, the cloudy sky wanted to apologize.__(Narrator's internal thought: Because we're the same woman? Or something else.)
Her head cooled, and the cloudy sky replayed her own actions.__(Narrator's internal thought: And realized how stupid it was.)
Upon closer look, this wasn't that different from cyber bullying.__(Narrator's internal thought: No, it was exactly that. No room for excuses.)
Pointing at one person and using anonymity to inflict countless lynchings.__(Narrator's internal thought: Humiliating a girl in front of countless crowds, forcing her to take off her clothes herself.)
Dragging a guiltless girl accused of being a witch to the square.__(Narrator's internal thought: Taking all her clothes.)
Beating her.__(Narrator's internal thought: Burning her at the stake. An uncivilized medieval scene.)
What's the difference from now?__(Narrator's internal thought: It just happened online.)
The girl named Wheelchair Slayer only liked 1v1 with people and had a slight lack of understanding about the game.__(Narrator's internal thought: She was young.)
At least two years younger than the cloudy sky herself. Up to four years.__(Narrator's internal thought: A minor. Or just entering her twenties.)
Her mind was still immature.__(Narrator's internal thought: And humans, when scared enough, can make irrational judgments.)
Countless mocking messages coming up. Profanity suddenly typed in. Requests for the promised raid.__(Narrator's internal thought: She must have panicked.)
Her hands shaking from fear.__(Narrator's internal thought: Wanting to die from shame, but forcing her fingers to unbutton with tears falling.)
And without knowing how irrational she was being, opening the photo app on her phone.__(Narrator's internal thought: Scenes like that keep replaying in my head.)
“........”__(Narrator's internal thought: I can't stop thinking about it.)
So the young girl neatly folded the clothes she took off online, displayed them, put a paper with her nickname in front, took the photo lying down.__(Narrator's internal thought: And it was seen by an unspecified number of people.)
If the protagonist in that photo had been the cloudy sky herself, she might have been locked in her room crying from shame.__(Narrator's internal thought: She would have felt an enormous sense of guilt.)
“......Hah.”__(Narrator's internal thought: A deep sigh, covering her face with her palm.)
If she could only stop her past self from prompting her to upload the photo.__(Narrator's internal thought: It would be nice.)
“......What kind of thing did I do?”__(Narrator's internal thought: The cloudy sky wanted to cry.)