Seoul Object Story

‘RS’, the city where I lived, was a joyful place.

Every time I walked the streets, the city buzzed with vitality and hope.

No matter where I looked, life seemed to flourish. People of all ages and backgrounds filled the streets, their presence enhancing the city’s energy.

In this hopeful and lively city, the newly constructed buildings appeared to symbolize its ongoing development.

Children played freely in the well-maintained park, their laughter echoing against the backdrop of lush greenery.

Such a vibrant and dynamic city might sound unbelievable to someone who only heard about it and didn’t see it for themselves.

After all, in this day and age, a city where Object-related accidents rarely occur is indeed a rarity.

However, perhaps as a price to pay, our city also saw its share of psychopaths who committed heinous acts and drew ominous red circles. Safety-related accidents, like gas explosions, were also not uncommon.

Still, it was far better than the desert Object that massacred people or the lake Object that kidnapped them in Seoul. Unlike Objects, psychopaths and safety accidents were threats that could be managed.

The city’s residents worked together to create a safer environment by forming a community to prevent accidents and report any suspicious behavior.

Although the community’s efforts had yet to show results, there was still hope.

Then, out of nowhere, the city full of hope seemed to become the setting of a disaster movie. Roads that once seemed sturdy suddenly collapsed, and many people’s neighbors turned into Objects that devoured people.

“Oh, I’m dying.”

While fleeing from an attacking Object, a building collapsed toward me, and I lost consciousness.

When I came to, I was buried in rubble. My mouth was dry, and my lower body, trapped under the debris, ached. Surviving this was nothing short of a miracle.

But it seemed like there was no way forward from here. I could still hear screams and the sound of crumbling concrete, signaling that chaos and destruction still reigned in the city.

I might die from dehydration or be killed by a murderous Object. As I lay there, waiting for my final moments, something strange caught my eye.

A golden Object resembling a small Gray Reaper leaped around the rubble, gesturing energetically.

Following its lead, an Object with an indignant expression that looked like a plushie stumbled over and devoured the debris. Miniature Golden Reapers carried rubble on their tiny backs and feet.

Were they conducting a rescue operation?

It was fascinating to see Objects trying to save people.

Still, I didn’t think I would survive.

Exposure to the hot sun during my unconsciousness left me with a severe fever, and I felt parched and dizzy.

Suddenly, something emerged from the shadows of the rubble.

It was an Object in the shape of a girl made of clear, water-like substance, reaching out to those buried and conjuring water out of thin air.

The blue child spotted me and slowly approached. When it saw my eyes open, it flinched in surprise and hid behind the rubble.

Moments later, it peeked out through a gap and looked at me with a serious expression.

Is my condition that dire?

The blue child then pulled its hat down tightly, as if to avoid looking forward, and approached me slowly.

It gently shut my eyelids and enveloped my body in a refreshing, water-like energy, which brought me great relief.

When I peeked with my eyes still closed, I saw the blue child writing unknown symbols in the air.

< Scars get healed! Please! >

< Don’t lose to the sunlight! Please! >

After writing its message(?) in the air and giggling like a mischievous child, our eyes met. Its face showed such surprise that it quickly dissipated like mist and vanished.

So, there are fairy-like Objects that helped people, too?

I finally felt a glimmer of hope for survival.

At the same time, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the cute appearance of the blue child.