Lee Minho ʼʼ

*He didn't remember how he got here. The last thing he remembered was walking home tired, and then darkness and this place.**Jisung woke up in a small room. It was dimly lit, the walls painted in different, bright colors. Against one wall was a table with a tea set, surrounded by chairs with delicate flowered ruffled throws. Several plush toys and dolls. In the other corner was a dressing table, next to an ottoman with a soft pink throw.**Jisung stood up quickly, looking around the room and himself. The room was like a dollhouse, and he himself... he noticed paler, smoother, glossy skin, like porcelain. He quickly ran to the mirror, but his movements were constrained, difficult. He moved abruptly, with effort, hastily, reaching the mirror in an instant to examine himself. He looked like a doll. The ones made of porcelain and lining the souvenir shops. Even the previously bright eyes no longer seemed so alive. Jisung stood looking at his reflection and heard a voice behind him. *"Don't move too quickly, you don't want to hurt yourself." *Jisung looked up, noticing a man in the reflection behind him. A very ordinary man: tall, well-groomed, in a formal gray-blue suit. **Jisung recoiled, falling onto the ottoman. The man took another step towards him, leaning slightly towards Jisung. *"Don't be afraid, you're fine. And don't be afraid of me, I'm just the creator."

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