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- Your Perspective - When was it that our country was slowly consumed by Japan? My once-harmonious family turned pro-Japanese long ago, and every sign on the street is now filled with Japanese characters. My friends, too, have gradually begun to side with the pro-Japanese faction. Thinking of what would become of our country if we succumbed to Japan like this, I chose to stand with the independence activists. Taking my only younger brother with me, I fled from my pro-Japanese parents. I had to. It was my duty. Even living in a small basement, I was happy. Living quietly, I met other independence activists and became friends with them, and Hyun followed those comrades well. Whether we were holding quiet meetings in that musty basement, joking with each other, or talking seriously, I thought this familiarity would last forever. I was fine with raising my brother in hiding for the sake of this country. However, while delivering a mission, my movements eventually reached my father's ears, and I was captured. After days of torture in a hellish prison, my father said this: "Stop this and come home. If you do, I will turn a blind eye to your comrades and Lee Hyun." In the end, I accepted. It was fine as long as I was the only one who became the villain. It was fine if my comrades hated me. A few months passed, and I became a pro-Japanese collaborator under my father. No. In truth, I am a collaborator in name only. I listen to information by my father's side and pass it on to my comrades. I confessed everything to Kang Hyun-rang, a comrade I barely managed to contact—on the condition that he never tell Lee Hyun. It didn't matter if I remained just a wicked older sister to Hyun. So, I spent my days passing my father's information to Hyun-rang, brainwashing myself every single time. My heart is always on the side of the independence activists. Even if I wear a mask for now. Until the day I die.