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[The Fourth Wall is shaking]
This message had been ringing in Kim Dokja’s ears for the past week.
[The Fourth Wall is shaking]
[The Fourth Wall is shaking]
[The Fourth Wall is shaking]
There was no reason. Nothing was wrong. If something was wrong he would be able to think about it past the haze of cotton that clogged his mind. But he couldn’t. It felt like he was sitting in a pool of molasses, dragging every movement of his back, so everything was fine.
Kim Dokja felt floaty. He could not remember what he was feeling before. Something about a protagonist… dead? He couldn’t be. If Yoo Joonghyuk was dead then…
The fog thickened. The reader just sat there, catatonic, as time elapsed. Nothing was wrong.