Broken || Khun A.A.

 Hansung Yu is such a mood I can't-

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I wake up with a huge headache, regretting the decision I made. "Ugh...I should've waited to use that skill..." Oh well, what's done is done. At least I passed the test. It looks like I'm in some sort of testing area. What's up with the savannah theme? As I gather myself from the backlash of passing the first test, a loudspeaker starts speaking.

"Mic test! Mic test! One two three!! One! Two! Hello everyone! All the "regulars" who have made it to the tower...we sincerely welcome all of you, to the second floor...Evankhell's floor!

Alright...this seems to be some sort of introduction speech. Is there anyone else around here? I stand up, look around for any other signs of life.

"This is Evankhell's floor. It is also called the "Floor of Test!" Because here we carry out the final test to see whether you are qualified to go up the tower! Well. I will explain the details to you later! First, let's start the first test! It's been a long time since we warmed up!"

I see some people in the distance...maybe I can team up with them.

"The first test is simple! I will explain the rules, so listen carefully! The rules for the first test are these: There are four hundred regulars here! Narrow down that four hundred to two hundred! Try every possible means!"

Well, there goes that idea. Looks like I'll have to kill to pass this test. I get out my (F/W), an (F/C) needle.

"The test ends when the number of regulars reaches two hundred! Ready, begin!"

Wait no I'm not prepared yet-

I get chills down my spine, shivering I run off as the screams start echoing behind me. I can smell blood in the wind, I run away from the scent of blood as I start to figure out a plan.

In the distance, I see a brown-haired boy trying to fight one of the Da-an people. His hands are shaking, he's sweating, he clearly doesn't have the guts to even scratch that guy. Should I stop him? Nah, this is funny to watch. I wanna know if he has the guts to defend himself. What is he going to do-

"Hey, stop. With that awkward posture, you wouldn't even be able to snag a baby rabbit." A white-haired boy appears, he looks to be like a part of the Khun family. But what stood out to me the most was that he was hella hot- I meant he was so calm. I mean, we're in a life or death situation here. What is he doing with that smug face and relaxed demeanor-

"And a few more things, those from the Da-an tribe have a mild temperament, so they don't attack others. Not even in situations like this," He then motioned towards my hiding spot, saying this; "Oh, and you can come out now, little mole."

Wha- is he referring to me?! Rude much?! I'm going to kill this guy-

As I jump out from my hiding spot I raise my (F/C) needle and swing downward until-

"Please don't fight! M-maybe we can have a truce?" I land gracefully mid-jump, landing on my two petite feet. Me and the white-haired guy deadpan at the pure cinnamon roll. The cinnamon roll stares frantically at us, sweating bullets. "...Please?" He's so innocent I literally can't-

"Alright, the brazen mole and I can have a truce I guess," says the white-haired guy. He sits down on the floor with the cinnamon roll, acting as nothing has happened.

Dude. I literally just met you and you are already calling me names- I take a few deep breaths, calming myself down. Just do it for the cinnamon roll, do it for the cinnamon roll. I sit down with them, a few feet away, just in case the white-haired guy decides to kill me.