Chapter 01: The girl that couldn't feel anything

"My husband was imprisoned because of you!" Someone's wife slapped Flynn in front of a coffee shop. They all stared at them in awe and shock but Flynn just deadpanned on the older woman as she diverted her attention to her.

"Missus." She starts. "He ordered the drugs and I was just kind enough to bring it to him. I did nothing wrong." She silently whispers. “It’s not my fault that your husband is a junkie.”

“Then who’s at fault? Me?” The woman asks with a high, annoying pitched voice.

“I don’t know. Do you also think that it’s you?”

The woman's ears turn red in pure rage as she attempts to slap the younger woman again.

"Ahuh. You've already had your fun." She twists her hands, making the woman groan in pain without even blinking her eyes.

"You imbecile psychopath--"

"My doctor said I’m a sociopath, not a psychopath. Goodbye then!" She says, pushing the woman away from her. The securities caught the woman for causing a scene and Flynn walked away from the coffee shop with a sly smirk on her face.

She lifts up her cigarette and hums silently to herself. She made a lot of money today.

What is Flynn's work? She would consider herself as a mercenary. Everything that those people want is what she would get. Drugs, women, fire-arms, or even human organs. She is the one that gets involved with selling illegal stuff and handling them. If ever she gets in trouble, she pushes the men that buy her stuff, saying that she was just being ordered and the police will instantly believe her.

Whatever trouble she gets in, she always manages to look like the victim. Because why not? She's a girl and everyone will believe what she says. Not only that. Her red hair and pale white skin, small nose and perfect lips never fails to make those people believe her lies. They always fall into her trap.

And aren’t you curious if she ever feels guilt whenever she destroys families or what? The answer to that question is, NO.

She doesn’t have the ability to feel such empathy nor sympathy to experience guilt.

"You're back!" It's Seolla, her neighbor that has long black hair, small round eyes and puckered red lips since she moved into this tall apartment building that stinks everywhere. But she honestly doesn’t care if her home looks cheap and whatever. The pay is cheap and she only needs a place to sleep and stack her books in.

"Hey, Seolla." She says, smiling slightly. They are not really close. At Least not to Flynn but Seolla seems to like her a lot. She always cooks for her but the girl's feelings and trust is as hard as a rock.

She will never trust anyone again. The last time she did that is when her cousins and uncles sold her passed parent’s properties and that included her home and that’s the reason why she ended up on the streets and learned how to do this illegal stuff. The reason why she became this person.

"I have some pies and I placed them in your refrigerator. Please eat them within the day!" The lady kindly says.

"Good, thank you." She says before entering her house and closing the door behind her.

She drops the fake smile and deadpans. She’s tired.

Thankfully, even if Flynn's work is considered really dirty work-- she's neat and does not like her house dirty. But it's not like she has a lot of things. She only has a bed and a refrigerator in this house. All she has to stack up and clean is her books that she could never leave or burn. She has pretty much 3 or 4 plates and only a pair of utensils. A black mug that Seolla gave her years ago is where she drinks. So yeah, this is what Flynn's house looks like.

Another reason why she does this kind of work is, Let’s just say that she despises men a lot. She loved it so much when they suffered from drug abuse. When their wives find out about everything they do and when their lives get destroyed with their choices. She loves it. She lives for it.

She sighs as she lay on her bed. She's done for the day and she doesn't have anything good to do. Maybe she'll just sleep.. and that's exactly what she did.

and that's when she enters someone's memories that she never expected that she’ll see.

[Somewhere up on the Moon]

"It's been twenty years since that girl was born, when will you ever try to introduce yourself to her?" Jeon, the nine-tailed white fox that lives on the moon with the Moon God asks.

"She hates me and you know that. I don't plan on telling her who I am at all, she's some scary woman." Jin, the Moon Guardian replies.

The Moon Guardian  lives on the moon with six creatures that are cursed to be with him until he finds his bride. Jeon, the nine-tailed fox. Jimin the white cat. Yoon the white wolf. Hyun the white bear. Joon the white owl and Heeseong the white horse. They were all white and they all shine because if they don't, the Moon will just be a dark place. When these Moon Creatures go down to earth, that is where a meteor shower happens.

"She's your bride, Jinan and she's destroying every man's life. If she dies and gets cursed just like us, we will never get to live as a person again." Yoon informs.

"Yeah, she's our only hope and I think you know that more than anyone." Joon nods his head in agreement.

"You all don't understand, she's not Lee." Jin grits.

"You don't need Lee to live as a human again, right? you need her."

...

"Just kill me, Jinan. But please hear me and remember that I never cheated on you." Flynn jolts awake.

Where is she? Isn't she supposed to be asleep? And why is she saying these such dramatic words? It makes her want to vomit. She looks at the mirror and sees herself. Her hair grew so much longer and is back to her original black color.

What the hell? Didn't she sleep like a redhead? And why is she wearing such classic traditional clothes?

"I love you, Lee. I can't kill you."

Lee? Her name clearly wasn't Lee and why the hell is she in this old house?

She looks at the guy's face, the one that tells her how he loves her dearly. She doesn't know him. He has brown hair and a sharp nose, his face is small and he almost looks like a woman. For a moment she thought that he is actually a woman but his height and body build told her otherwise. He is a man. A pretty man at that.

"Just kill me--" She was cut off by his sword that he yielded against her.

“You just said you won’t kill me, why did you--” She could feel the pain on her upper body as she sucked on her last breath.

"What the hell is happening--"

"You don't deserve to live if you will only marry another asshole!" Flynn looks at her right where she heard the familiar voice. It is her father and mother. She knows this scene so well. She remembers everything that happened this night all too well but why is it happening again? Is she finally given a chance to change the past?

"Papa! Mama!" She says, crawling towards her parents hastily as she holds her bleeding arm.

"Don't do this, don't kill Mama. We can now live happily by each other sides, we can start and--"

And her father shoots her mother right on the head as if he did not hear her.

"N-no! This is a mistake" She shivers as she sees her father once again, holding the gun against his head as he says some things to you that you could not hear.

And with a blink of an eye, he's already dead, lying next to your lifeless mother.

A dream, it was all just a dream.

She started crying and shaking in the middle of the night. It was all just a dream yet it felt like a real scene. All of what she saw. She felt like they were all real. From the moment that guy attacked her with his sword and the night her parents died.

"You are both selfish, leaving me in this harsh world alone." She cries harder, chest growing tighter and tighter as if it could explode at any minute now.

"I don't know what to do. How dare you assume a kid like me will survive alone."

"It's all your fault, Father. You are so stupid!" She opened her eyes widely and she started lashing out, throwing the books by her side everywhere.

Seolla knows exactly what is happening. She had been used to Flynn suddenly shouting in the middle of the night.

"Hey, it's alright. I'm here." Seolla says, placing the cup of tea on the floor. She tries hugging Flynn and calming her down.

"I did not deserve it! My mom did not deserve it!" She yells.

Seolla never really heard what had been causing such panic attacks to the girl but after all the years she had been trying to comfort and calm her down, she had picked all the puzzle pieces out and assembled them in a way. So she understands her.

"Have a cup of tea." Seolla says.

After quite a while, Flynn had stopped and she's immediately apologising to Seolla for causing such a ruckus in the middle of the night.

"It's fine, Flynn. We're neighbors." That's what Seolla would always reply to her every time she tries to apologise but she does not believe that the girl doesn't have any ulterior motives with what she's doing.

"It's my job to take care of you. You're special." Seolla smiles.

"I am afraid I'm nothing like that, Seolla but thank you." Flynn says as she stares at her.

What does she want to do with her?

Why is she being so kind to her when they barely even know each other? Seolla just smiles. Wondering how many days, months or years should she wait for what should happen to actually happen. She's already drained.

...

"Here's what I promised, don't tell this to my wife!"

Dirty useless assholes.

But Flynn smiled as she got the bag of money from the nasty male stranger that is unfortunately her customer.

"Sure, sir. Enjoy your day." She says as she opens the message of her next customer with the username, moon_god. "What a stupid username." She mutters but still replies to his message.

From: miss_flynnlvl

To: moon_god.

Good day, how may I help you?

From: moon_god.

To: miss_flynnlvl

I want to buy your time.

She scrunches her nose in annoyance with his reply. Seriously? Does she have to encounter such fuck boys in her online website every single day?

From: miss_flynnlvl

To: moon_god.

Sorry sir, but I am only your merchant. I am not one of the prostitutes you can buy in my shop.

From: moon_god.

To: miss_flynnlvl

I did not meant that but,

I need your company.

Name your price.

I can pay you as much as you want.

The offer is quite tempting but she does not like doing anything with her customers rather than conversing for not more than 10 sentences.

From: miss_flynnlvl

To: moon_god.

Call.

But her hands has their own fucking life and they wouldn't even bother listening to her brain so that's how she made a deal with someone she hated.

“Money it is.”