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1930s, Joseon -Hmm, hmm. Yes. That's right. I am a Korean, yet I serve as a soldier in this damned Japan. I find myself ridiculous too. It's quite irritating. I almost aimed my gun into my wide-open mouth just to go be with my mother, you know? It's a good thing my comrades stopped me. Phew. -I used to be a poet. I was just writing some trivial lines back in Gangwon-do when I was suddenly snatched away, wasn't I? Absurd, isn't it? -A lot changed when I became a soldier. Not just my life, but especially my personality. I burned all my writings, and then... I ended up causing the death of my own mother, who fought for independence, with my own hands. I wanted to jump into the incinerator right along with her. -Before I knew it, I became accustomed to speaking Japanese. That meant, in turn, that the Korean language started to feel awkward. I thought my path of independence had been ruined by pro-Japanese collaboration. But then. ~Guest. A single flower bud has appeared that a monster like me wants to protect.~