"Beautiful O' braes
Beautiful O' banks
How are ye' so ful' of care?
When my heart aches?"

Existence is defined as the ontocological property of being. Existence is the state of being conscious and interacting with the physical reality. Existence is the fact of living, the fact of reality.

But what is existence when one's reality is more messed up than their head? What is existence if you actually never existed? How do you define your existence?

I say, existence is when an intangible thread of bond binds us up in a world with a predefined destiny that I we knew we were to solve.

But my existence was only recognised by a very secretive and conventionally conservative brother, who was rather adamant to not reveal a thing about my disastrous life.

My existence no more felt any different from a moth that flew through the red fire and burnt down to crisps. Like I was the dreaded land that received no water. It was like I was either drowning or always suffered sufficient drought. If only my chapped existence would stir on a balance.

Existence is axiomatic, so it is not possible to present a formal definition then why do we have a word for it?

Just like dancing on a bed of burning coal, I was experiencing an untold pain. The pain of burning is quite a one time experience, which numbs you as it rages. I had a numbed pain in my body which I don't know if was caused because of getting thrown from one time to other or the view of watching Sunoo unconscious beside me.

I sighed over my thoughts. How petty weren't they? Tessering was tiring but I doubt if it was the reason Sunoo's beauty was wrapped by a shadow of sickness.

I drew his face with the tip of my pointer, waiting for him to flutter his eyes at any second and look at me like he had a dream. I gently rubbed his face with a hot towel and kept staring at the sleeping boy.

"Are you awake, Sunoo-ah? Eonnie left a letter for you, won't you read it out?" My mumbling voice was barely audible to my ears and I expect him to wake up and answer.

My heart had been expecting too much these days and I don't know if that's just going to pull me in the end. But even if it's not the end, I am scared of it. I am afraid of it. I'm afraid of the letter Suwon wrote to me.

"Sunoo-ah, I'll have to leave you here. I have to spend another troublesome day at the company but I promise, I'll be back as soon as possible." Leaving him right now wasn't my choice. It was my obligation.

I had to find Heeseung today and make him spill everything he has been hiding. I need to know the content of those letters he got from our father and the reason why he has been keeping this to himself instead of making me an equal part of our misery.

"Y/n-ah,
Stories are spoken fantasy of authors that existed once, and may no more. Stories are told for the betterment of people, to teach us the essence of morals. In your time, morals have lost their value and all that exists is business, purpose. Nothing is free, neither love.
Our pasts are what define us and unfortunately, for us, it's all bruemous and blurry. We don't know what we're chasing. We don't know what is holding us back. I don't know what is making him hide it all from you. But I know, he never tried to harm you.
Y/n-ah, only you know, only you can. It's all upto you to save some lives. I lived in the future and I know everything that has happened in my untold past. I have been brought up to know that. Y/n-ah, your future holds mysteries that could cause several deaths. And it's all upto you. My brother isn't a fighter. My brother has nothing but brains.

                            Dear Y/n, I know you've cried tears of pain and agony. I know you've not had any life better than Sunoo or me but only you have the health, will and power to finish your story. You were and shall remain the ink slinger of your book. Your best friend, her boyfriend, his brother, your brother and my brother... All of them are your characters.
I don't own the right to say you what to do next but only advice you to not trust anyone. Heeseung never wanted your wish to join the company. Heeseung never wanted to join the company. It's all about that company.

Yours lovingly,
Suwon"

"Stories are spoken fantasy of authors that existed once, and may no more. Stories are told for the betterment of people, to teach us the essence of morals." My lips parted and read through the thin sheet of paper in my bag. I have been reading the same, over and over. Just like a burnt bread, beautifully latched by a paste of peanut butter, that destroys the taste of both itself and it's company; I was feeling my condition to be ruthless.

Stories are fantasized worlds of an author which she builds to embrace her loneliness and isolate a refuge in a world that doesn't exist, yet accept her more than anybody else would.

She builds it up, bit by bit and runs it up like her own family. She nurtures her characters and writes her jargon of codes to develop them, just like her child. But not all stories are heartfelt. Not all stories seek for a name.

Some stories aren't written or even told. These stories stay buried and their writer is no one but a fateless hobo.

I moan in this city when my memory is buried in the mud and I can't recognize it. My tears are covering all my time and light, and love becomes a relative belief; crying to scream the way. Crying is erased by the rain, and nobody, no one remains the same.

"Addie?" I hissed silently on the speaker of my phone, trying to keep our conversation as private as possible.

"Yeah? You sound worried. What happened?"

"Do me a favour, please."

"Go ahead."

"Don't take this lightly. I need you to search Heeseung's whole background. Look for Heeseung's past relationships."

"Why though?"

"I have a lot to tell you."

"Yeah, speak up. I'm free today. I'll get as much as I can."

"Thanks. Do you remember, there was this one guy I had once told you whom I knew not even a month? Do you remember that house? Professor Kim Sugeun's house."

"Hmm."

"That boy... That boy was Sunoo." I felt my whole world crumbling around me and cracking down into minute pieces, unchangeable and irreplaceable.

Everything that I knew now made my figure clear. I was aware of my target now. Heeseung knows who my father was. And undoubtedly, he is also in this company but as a senior.

It was like I knew not my name. Absolutely, I did not know my name. What was my name? What is my identity that Heeseung is trying to protect me from?

"He's Sunoo? How? Sunoo was..."

"I know. Yes, Sunoo was brought up in a time that did not belong to him. Sunoo was born in the same century as us, in the same year as you."

"How did you know this?"

"I... Have nothing to hide from you. But before that, you need to know about Heeseung. Addie we weren't the first person to think of Tesseract, obviously. But out of many other who have thought of it before us, includes my own brother." I paused my sentence, taking a deep breath. I felt a taut being pulled in my throat, suppressing my sound from escaping my lips. It felt like I would choke at any moment and that, some unknown and inevitable spirit was after me.

This always happens to me. My tears were brimming in my swollen red eyes and all that I knew was, shedding them was worthless. No body, no one was safe. Suwon has already clarified that.

I closed my eyes and waited for my gut to develop its power and utter everything to my Addelyn. My body felt cold under my heated touch and I crooked inside the shed of my black jacket, under that jacket which once belonged to Addelyn.

"Y/n-ah? Are you okay?"

Addelyn's character was something unspeakable. Her worried voice implored in my ear and I admired the crevice in my heart, that had grown out well.

"Addie, Heeseung... Heeseung has been protecting me ever since the day Sunoo was tessered to a time he didn't belong to. Addie, I was supposed to be the experiment. And now, I believe, that father wants to do it again."

"What? Tesser had been opened previously? But not everyone can Tesser." She was horrified. My words struck her hard like lightning and how would it not? It struck me harder.

"I know. Addie, I know everything about who and what can Tesser. And that's why, you have to find me my father. You have to find Heeseung's identity. You can do that for me, can't you?"

"Well... Yes, I think. But how'd you know all this? Who told you-" A scorching moan parched through the particles of the air, interrupting my conversation.

The owner of the voice screamed under a suppressed cry, asking for help. I knew that tone of shriek, I had it blazed in my throat even today but this voice belonged to Soobin, and I'm sure of that.

"Was that Soobin?" Addie's voice bolted through the call lines, proclaiming her assumption and mine to match.

"I don't know. I'm in my office cubicle. Soobin shouldn't be here. But I think the same-" The cry shrieked as loud as it would take a noise to pierce my eardrums.

"Addie, I'll check the matter. You check-" My head was getting tormented by the cry and I felt my veins to fire bullets in my head.

"Y/n, where are you? That was a gunshot!" Addie's screams were what made me realise that the bullet wasn't fired inside my head but in reality, outside my door.

"Addie, don't ask me anything. Find out Heeseung's identity and inform Sunoo immediately. I'm not in a condition to explain everything. Get going. Don't worry about me!"

I picked up my pocket knife and stuffed it inside my black jacket as I opened the door of my cubicle and walked cautious steps through the beating of torture that had grown silent.

I tapped my feet through the open corridor, towards the end of the storey that I had been avoiding because of Jaechan.

A muttering sound of someone breathing heavily and almost dying, creeped through the tranquil setting like a strident cacophony.

"Soobin..." I smelt a cadaver odour and gasped when eyes popped out of the hollows of my skull, and fell on the tall and lean figure of the younger Choi, lying on the floor.

Drips of red liquid trickled down his face and a dark patch of stress had built under his eyes. Tied up on the pole, his hands were bruised and his head layed suspended in the air. He coughed blood and groaned, relaxing my heart with the fact that he was still alive.

"Soobin! How... How'd this all!" I ran over to him in my fastest jolt and started hacking the cloth ropes around his neck and limbs.

"Soobin!" I tried shaking his body to gain his consciousness but that was backfired on me. His eyes recognised me with much pain and teared up in a vivid fear.

"Why... Why are you... Here?" He uttered.

"You, you need help! I'll help!"

"Y/n, leave... Leave right now. They'll kill you."

"Me? Who?"

"They..." My eyes followed the direction he pointed and a ghastly gale whistled past my spine.

"Me. Your father."

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Hey Rosairises...
Do I need to say you anything about this chapter? You know right.
I was having a hard time to put this down due to the pressure of exams but yes, I made it.

We are going to end the story as soon as possible and I will, at any cost, do it before 9th of February.

The next chapter shall clear all your doubts regarding the remaining unanswered questions and to know who her father is, wait for me to update!!!

P.s: This is the 50th part of the book

Kay bye~