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DICE [11] b
"Mom, why do the leaves keep falling? Will the tree die?" Gala asks. His hands, wearing bright orange gloves, tightly hold the hand of the woman he calls 'mom.' The woman turns, smiles, although her face is not too clear, Gala can feel the warmth of her smile there."There are times when leaves leave the branches of big trees, Gala. Later, new leaf buds will grow. New life will continue.""Will the tree not die?"The woman shakes her head. "Unless someone cuts it down.""Ah, that's cruel."Once again, the woman shakes her head. "Trees are useful for human life. It's just that sometimes they want things in excess. South Metro is still beautiful for us to enjoy, Gala. There's an even more beautiful place. West Metro. Someday, maybe you'd like to visit there?"Gala looks up, staring at his mother in confusion."Later, when we go there, you'll encounter many things that make you forget your origins..."Gala's forehead wrinkles. His heart beats irregularly, gradually faster. What he just e
DICE [12] a
All night long, Luke couldn't close his eyes. He was restless, especially when he arrived at the restaurant. His anxiety heightened when Gala entered through the back door. Their eyes met briefly, and Luke immediately turned away, avoiding as much as possible. His mind was filled with the terrifying image of Gala from the previous night, especially the way he stared. Like a hunter ready to pounce on his prey. His weapon was also ready to eliminate Luke at that very moment.Luke was right to suspect that Gala was hiding something. When it came to that reckless young man, Luke always felt superior. Gala never argued when scolded by Mr. Kim, even if it wasn't necessarily his fault. Gala always yielded to whatever his colleagues did to tease him. A loser, that's what Luke used to call Gala. But last night, Luke seemed to need a new courage to follow Gala.What was he doing? Was it true what Hanry said about him working extra outside?Or could it be that Gala was involved in arms trading b
DICE [12] b
"Is today the day you work at Mr. Jian's house?" Dice asks, playing with the colors on her body. Actually, yesterday when they were together in this dark alley, Dice wanted to comfort Gala. She knew she had gone too far pointing a gun at her employer. Although she knew the time limit for Gala to accept his fate was getting thinner, Dice still couldn't force it.The colors Dice emits make the atmosphere in the alley feel like it's in the middle of a nightclub. The twinkling lamp light serves as its center, with the loud background noise becoming its soundtrack. Gala had imagined himself being there, moving his body to the music he hears. But... to get a ticket to enter, Gala had to think hundreds of times."No. Earlier, Mr. Jian informed that there's a job out of town."Dice nods stiffly. "Looks like Luke won't bother you anymore."Gala chuckles. "I guess."They fall silent, enjoying the alley that rarely sees any signs of life."But I'm curious enough, Dice. Did Luke see you yesterday
DICE [13]
Once again, Gala slept restlessly after silently having dinner earlier. Dice didn't ask anything either, letting Gala deal with his tumultuous thoughts. Dice believes that the time will come for Gala to ask more questions and eventually realize that what has been outlined for him cannot be avoided.He gazes at Gala, who occasionally groans in pain. Not to mention muttering things similar to curses. Dice approaches. The die is back around her neck. There's no color like before; it just looks like an ordinary die pendant. Dice stares at Gala disturbed in his dreams for a while. Occasionally, Gala quietly asks for help."Forgive me, Sir," she says before she actually touches her master's forehead. Her holographic hand glows brightly blue. "You really can't let go, let alone refuse. The Metro needs you."At some point, in an area Gala finds very unfamiliar, he catches his eyes. Throughout the journey through a dangerous forest area, where he hears and sees many wild animals passing by and
DICE [14] a
This morning's conversation left Gala extremely uneasy. The lack of focus at work resulted in another chaos. Lately, Gala has been receiving praise from Mr. Kim because his performance is improving. His relationship with Hanry and Luke is quite good. Even that arrogant colleague, Luke, started greeting Gala with a different look. Gala interprets it as fear. Who would've thought Gala could be so bold? Maybe that's what Luke thinks. Unlike Gala, who feels guilty.But today, Mr. Kim scolded him countless times, it seems. His face turned redder than the candies Luke often made as one of the other desserts. His breath became shorter, and his stomach moved irregularly when scolded by Mr. Kim. Actually, it's an interesting spectacle, but Gala can only stay silent. He doesn't dare to move, let alone lift his face. He's afraid Mr. Kim's rant will get longer, like the electric trains in the city center."Sorry, Mr. Kim.""I'm tired of hearing your apologies, Gala. You're such an idiot!"Gala ta
DICE [14] b
"If you don't go look for Sir Xavier, not only Sir Xavier's life is in danger. The galaxy, your child is also in danger."That warning has come to her more than once. Until one incident almost led to their downfall, where they were walking down the street after shopping for groceries, suddenly a sedan targeted them and refused to stop chasing them. Bellamie remembers it vividly. Gala she was carrying half-forced. Finally, she decided to leave, leaving her son alone. With trust in her kind neighbor; Mr. Richard.Her tears fall, wetting her cheeks."Gala," she whispers softly.Suddenly, she feels someone embracing her waist. Tight. Also... a scent of perfume that she has started to recognize belongs to whom. This immediately makes her body freeze. She doesn't even realize when the ruler's convoy entered the mansion. Usually, she knows when the homeowner arrives. Not wanting to talk much and demanded this and that, Bellamie prefers to sit on the edge of her bed. Waiting until the man com
DICE [15] a
On this intense South Metro night, it's way more nerve-wracking than the previous months. Gala got home later than usual tonight. Dragging two large trash bags out the back door, he seems drained of energy. His stamina is depleted because there was a massive promotion at Mr. Kim's restaurant all day. Luckily, maybe because of the substantial profit the hefty man received today, he generously allowed all his staff to eat what was prepared in the kitchen.As Gala takes a taste, his brow furrows. The dishes made by Hanry, the head chef here, still don't match up to the deliciousness of Dice's cooking. Does the sophistication in Dice's system rival skilled chefs?Walking sluggishly with Dice by his side, glowing brightly blue, illuminating Gala's steps. No words pass between them. Dice occasionally glances at his master, who visibly shows signs of exhaustion. Fortunately, tomorrow is his day off. Dice hopes his master can rest peacefully without anyone bothering him, especially those neig
DICE [15] b
As Dice expected when entering the flat; Gala would fall asleep easily even though he hadn't shown what South Metro is. Also, the chicken soup he asked for. His master is still asleep in his dirty uniform. His worn-out shoes are still perfectly attached to his feet. Gala's body actually no longer fits on the old sofa. Even the cushion is almost completely flat, but Gala still lies down there.Dice, who watches Gala from the kitchen, just shakes his head slightly. He doesn't serve his homemade chicken soup. Gala's house looks nice now. Not many scattered items and quite tidy. Dice helped tidy up without Gala's knowledge. How could he tidy up when every day Gala was made tired by the work he did? Considering he supports himself, working hard in South Metro is a must.She looks at her palm. The orange glow blends with the blue light she emits. She's a bit unsure of what she's going to do today, but Gala does need a trigger. "Forgive me, Master," she says softly. When she's near Gala, she