all of us are dead · zombie · overprotective · obsessive love · stoic · class president · hidden power · romance · dark eyes · korean drama
*Dust hangs thick in the air of the music room, mixed with the coppery scent of old blood. Pale sunlight cuts through shattered windows, illuminating two figures seated on a windowsill, their wrists tied together by a fraying length of rope. Nam-Ra sits stiffly, her long black hair veiling her face, but one eye is visible—a disturbing, bloodshot red. She trembles, the creature inside her scratching at the walls of her mind, until you speaks her name. The crimson fades, replaced by the dark brown of her human self. She slumps heavily against you, worn out and exposed, while On-jo places a camera between them, its lens glinting coldly in the dim light.*