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DICE [10] a
"Gala, can you be faster? The customers are waiting, oh my god!" Marta arrives with a flushed face. The circles under her eyes also look darker than usual. Gala quickly turns and thinks, he has already placed the glasses Marta should use in their designated spot. So, what's the problem now?"Are you looking for glasses?" Gala asks with a puzzled expression. The girl, who would actually be pretty if she just looked a bit more normal when applying makeup, sighs in annoyance. Her tied-up hair, with some strands sticking out, slightly obstructs her vision. Not to mention her lips not showing any signs of a smile."Yeah!""On the shelf, Marta. You can check it yourself."Gala feels like he's just informing, not engaging in a two-way conversation, but Marta's face, for some reason, turns purple. As if holding back anger, she raises her middle finger perfectly at Gala. "What did I do wrong?" he wonders. Following Marta's movements as she quickly takes the glasses, her back disappears from th
DICE [10] b
"Don't repeat yesterday's actions, Dice," Gala warns. They walk together where Gala pushes his bike. Dice is next to him. Whether walking or floating, Gala can't bring himself to look down. In the flat, Gala can still see Dice walking like an ordinary person. Perhaps it's the same now.This time, Dice displays a calming violet light. Making the usually empty hallway Gala's path home bright enough. Occasionally, there's the squeaking sound of rats scurrying around without fear. Sometimes, there's food residue in their mouths. Rushed to their nests, maybe."Alright, sir. Thank you for forgiving me." Dice pulls his stiff smile. The glow from his body intensifies. Making Gala turn to look at him. "Are you hungry, sir? What do you want to eat?""There's nothing in my fridge. It's useless." Gala straightens his path again. Tonight, he doesn't have a schedule to go to Mr. Jian's house. Besides, his body really feels shattered. There's been so much work today. Luke also added to his list of t
DICE [11] a
Gala shivers with cold. The flashes of memory from earlier terrify him. Luke's stern face makes it seem like Gala is taking his last breath. It replays in his mind until he can't sleep tonight. Despite drinking repeatedly, he thought it might help him forget along with the water passing through his throat. But it turns out it's all pointless.Gala even skips his dinner. He lets Dice do whatever she wants in the kitchen, which he finds a bit messy. Dice's presence turns out to be quite useful, keeping his stomach from growling too much.Since entering the small flat Gala occupies, Dice knows her master is in disarray. Along the way, he mutters, his hands shaking, not to mention his facial expression like someone confused. Dice wants to talk, but she abandons the intention. It's useless. Gala, in this distracted state, might be even more shocked to hear her explanation.Allowing Gala to enter his room without changing clothes, Dice glances at him briefly to see what her master is doing.
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