In a world where the merciless pirate crew, Enhypen, rules the seas, she becomes an unexpected pawn when her father's secret debt thrusts her into their clutches
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ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 . . . SECRETS ARE A SACRIFICE ❜ ⸝⸝
⊹ . ◌ ༚ ˳ ✿⠀﹒⠀ ꙳ .
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PERHAPS THERE EXISTED A GLIMMER OF HOPE, a slim chance for Mizuki to break free from her captivity. Her mind retraced Sunghoon's words — the mention of 'The Charmer,' the enigmatic ship of Stray Kids. And Jeongin, a part of that group. Maybe, just maybe, if she could somehow locate him, establish a connection. But danger loomed, too; the captain of Stray Kids had appeared to share a cordial rapport with Sunghoon. After all, his return had brought an air of cheerfulness.
Sighing, she shifted on the mattress. Everyone had their own room, except her. Mizuki found herself sharing quarters with Sunghoon, mirroring the arrangements aboard the ship. They had provided her a mattress while he took the bed. It seemed like an opportune moment to attempt an escape.
In the stillness, the gentle rhythm of Sunghoon's breath reached her ears. Strangely, it brought a semblance of tranquility, his slumber's steadiness a balm. Yet, her heart's rapid beats persisted. It seemed they would never subside. This life, one enshrouded in fear, was not the life she yearned for. She couldn't keep living in constant dread, hostage to the whims of others. Her world had been shattered when they had torn her from her home, a captive in the midst of her father's murderers, their gaiety a cruel contrast. Their clemency meant little when the past's spectre haunted her without respite. The walls of her mind reverberated with echoes of bygone cries, each day a reminder of the trauma etched deep within. Her captors might have withheld physical torment, yet the emotional wounds festered, a perpetual ache unrelenting. How could true healing occur when every hushed utterance, every creaking floorboard, ignited the inferno of her torment?
