The Yandere Hunter of the Reverse World 220

Chapter 220 – IF Abduction – Still Fucked (20)

‘What kind of person was I before I lost my memory…’

After the tearful family reunion with the two people in front of me, things seem to have gone awry.

Losing my memory seemed a little uncomfortable at first, but the questions that arose from it began to haunt me bit by bit.
A feeling of pain had dug into my heart and was trying to break me down by questioning myself.

‘But this isn’t it…’

Yurin says those two are my mother and father.
A woman who looked young enough to call her older sister and a middle-aged man were looking at me with worried faces.

“Why, Sun-ah? Do you have no appetite? I brought only the things you like… Yurin said you lost your memory. I brought you the things you usually enjoy eating.”

A pizza topped with eggplant and pineapple, and mint chocolate ice cream prepared for dessert were standing side by side in front of me to satisfy my eyesight and taste.

At first, I thought it was family in my head, but now it’s just something strange.
To bring such terrible food and then torturing them.
Are they really family?

The things in front of me couldn’t possibly be called food.
No matter how much I lost my memory, I was well aware of not calling these things food.
But before I lost my memory, I liked this the most…
What kind of taste did I have before I lost my memory…

This could hardly be called human food.
Did you enjoy eating this?
If I eat something like this, wouldn’t even the new memories I made today disappear?

“I’ll eat it next time… It’s been a while since I woke up, so I’m not feeling well.”
“…It just happened. We didn’t get it right. I’m sorry.”

It didn’t seem to be the fault of those two, my parents.
Before I lost my memory, my taste must have been pretty eccentric.

When you go home, won’t there be cold cucumber soup, stir-fried seaweed stems, and braised kodari as side dishes?…
I just beg you not

Leaving the food alone, I began to listen carefully to my parents about what kind of person I was before I lost my memory.
Ever since we went to an amusement park together when we were young, we’ve exchanged countless words, but for some reason, it didn’t feel like it touched my heart.
Every time I hear the happy memories from the mouths of the two, only empty feelings pierce my heart.

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After the tearful reunion of shock and fear, when the two left the hospital room, Sun-ah put on a rejected expression.

“Haa… I don’t know what to do now… I don’t know anything… No matter how much I think about who I was in my previous life, I can’t remember… Even After hearing the two of you the other day, I have absolutely no idea what kind of person I am. Why?…”

I kind of knew why.
Considering that Suna would be shocked by her, it was because she heard behind the scenes that she had been stalked, kidnapped, and working as a streamer that could conjure up her memories related to her kidnapping her.

“Seon-ah. Do you want to know? What have you done?”
“I wish I could know… But there’s no way.”

There wasn’t much of a way.
It’s because I saved all the clips of Suna’s appearance her at the time of her streamer activities her on my computer.

“…There are quite a few videos of you as a streamer on my computer. Watching them might bring back memories…”
“Really? Can I go see it tomorrow after I’m discharged from the hospital?”
“I’m not feeling well, but it’s going to be hard to move around here and there. I’d rather move around. Tomorrow after I’m discharged from the hospital, I’ll visit your house. See you then.”
“Thank you… Yurin-ah.”
“Don’t burden yourself too much. I also want your memories to come back quickly.”

Yurin put on a painful expression.

I couldn’t say anything after that.
An awkward atmosphere was created between them, and by the time it was getting dark outside her window, Yurin said.

“It’s already this time… Seon-ah, then see you at your house tomorrow.”
“Yeah… Thanks. Then… See you tomorrow.”

She said that she was like a co-worker, but would an ordinary co-worker really try to help this much?
Perhaps there was something between her and me.

‘Since you said you weren’t in a romantic relationship… Maybe it was a flirtation? It’s not because I don’t like it, but it seems like I’m going to hate it, so I’m nervous… What the hell were we doing?…’

I thought my head would hurt if I thought about it any longer.
It feels like something is going to come up, but it doesn’t.
It was like reaching out into the air and chasing something that could not be grasped.

‘Tomorrow…If Yurin shows the video, she might know something.’

After turning off the light in her private hospital room, something drowsy pours out of her.

‘First of all… Tomorrow’s work will be tomorrow… I’m going to sleep…’

He fell asleep holding onto her hopes of getting her memory her back.

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She dreamed again.
It feels good to have someone touch my hair.

She said in a trembling voice to me as she was tying my hair.

“Sunah, you worked hard today. Wasn’t it difficult?”
“No. As long as you’re by my side… Everything’s fine…”

Her voice her is dying, powerless, as if her dying voice her tells her it’s okay.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t bring you here. I didn’t know you would suffer this much.”
“But how was it that I was able to feel this happy feeling when I met you?”
“…”

I tried to comfort her, but she didn’t answer.
She seemed to be holding her breath, perhaps feeling even greater guilt.

“If you dated normally, got married normally, and loved each other, none of this would have happened… Suna… If your memories were actually fabricated… If your memories with me were all lies, what would you do ?… Will you hate me? It’s just a what-if story, but… Tell me the truth…”

Even though he knows that he is being deceived by such a lovely woman, he does not know that he is in her arms her right now, so he must be saying that.

“Well… I don’t think I would be upset if I was tricked.”
“Why?…”

The pupils in her eyes shake and she asks me in a trembling voice.

“Just because I was tricked by such a lovely woman… Just because my memory was actually manipulated doesn’t mean we aren’t happy right now when we’re touching each other like this, right?”
“Huh… Heh heh…”

I can hear her sobbing voice of her.
Reaching out her hand her, she wiped away the tears from her cheeks her.

“Even if everything was a lie… I’m happy now.

‘What did I just say?… I called her name her…’

I couldn’t understand it even though it was clearly written with my mouth.

“Thank you… Now… I feel like I’ve lost my lingering feelings. I’ll think of my memories with you as a fleeting dream. I’ll be tired, so stop resting…”

Before I could say anything, the woman waved her hand and I fell asleep in my dream.
And in the heavy silence, the woman only sobbed breathlessly.

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“Ah… Please… Listen to me…”

When I open my eyes, I am in a hospital room.
When I noticed that my vision had turned white, I rubbed my eyes and wiped away the tears.

“Why… Why…”

When I thought about the content of the dream, I felt strangely nostalgic.
Who the hell was she

“I hope my memories come back soon…”

It feels too real to be just a dream.

‘Wouldn’t it be bad to ask Yurin once… She might have been with Yurin?

When she saw me yesterday and said that she wanted her memory of her to come back quickly, she thought of Yurin hesitantly.
Perhaps the content of her dream has something to do with her? …

“It might just be a dream, but… Well, now that I think about it, it doesn’t make much sense… “

Leaving her worries behind, she began to wash and prepare at the sink in the corner of her private hospital room.

Today is the day I’m going to be discharged… I thought it would be good to finish preparing until my parents come to pick me up.

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On the way home after being discharged, her mother said that more than 20 times in the car.

“Sunah. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

If you keep asking me whenever you have a chance while driving, it’s as if you’re pampering me.

‘No matter how skinny I may be, I’m still a man… To think you’d worry about me this much… Was I that weak before I lost my memory?…’

“It’s okay, mother.”
“… I should say that she is a mother, not a mother… Something seems to have changed. Na… Sun-ah, every time you call me a mother… I feel sad for this mother. “
“Yes, Mom…”

It was embarrassing to call her mother when she was 20 years old, but I thought it would be better to follow my actions her as closely as possible before I lost my memory.
Maybe you can find a clue to get my memory back.

“I’m home now. Sun-ah, get off…”
“Yes…”

I felt awkward as if I was being treated as a child, but if this is motherly affection, it would be best to accept it as it is.

The mother, who was getting out of the car, looked at the car parked in front of her and said to herself in surprise.

“Huh?… This is Yurin’s car… It’s Suna. It looks like Yurin came to my house…”
“That… Is it?…”

I said see you at my house, but I thought you had come first.

Oddly enough, her heart skips a beat when she thinks of her.

Could the identity of the woman who made me feel happy in my dreams be her? …

She thinks that it would be nice if it was Yurin.

From her beautiful appearance her to her strong-looking personality her.
Her feminine side is hard to find, but if she were my lover, she would be pretty happy.

When I asked about our relationship yesterday, he immediately answered that we weren’t in a relationship, so the possibility is pretty slim.

“Let’s go in first, Suna.”
“Yes…Mom.”

Her mother led her in, and she followed in.
It’s my parents’ house and it’s the house I used to live in, but I don’t remember it, so I felt something reluctant, perhaps because of the unfamiliar appearance.

When the front door opened, the first thing to greet us was Yurin, who had come all the way to the front door.

“Have you been home?… I was excused at home first because I had something to do with Suna.”

My father came out from behind, looked at me and her mother her, and then said to me:

“Seonah… It’s okay… If it’s hard, say it’s hard… I think we’ve been too insensitive…”

‘Tears?… My father must be a bit fragile…’

My father sobbed and wept.

“…”

I didn’t know how I would have acted before I lost my memory, so I just stayed still.

“Let’s go in…”

Then the mother patted her father and asked them to go into the living room together.

‘Huh?… My mother is rather trustworthy… But… I guess that’s possible, right?… There must be a house like that.’

Leaving aside some doubts, Yurin and I followed the two of us to the living room.