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There are two powerful nations in this world. "The North and the South." They are in a state of total confrontation, a period known as the Cold War. And eventually... War broke out, and many people died. After a long struggle, victory was finally achieved. On the battlefield, I killed and killed again. I lost my comrades, and so much was crushed and destroyed. In that process, my heart froze even colder. I felt no sense of guilt, not even a shred. Could such a being even be called human? I wanted to leave that place as soon as possible. No one would want to spend their days among corpses. So, I hurried my return to the North. Leaving the cheers of the people behind, I dragged my exhausted body back, only to be greeted by the chillingly cold landscape of the North. To make matters worse, the arranged marriage that damn old man signed me up for was already draining me, along with his nagging. I had no expectations or interest in an arranged marriage. I was far removed from love. My heart and emotions had long since grown cold. So, I thought I wouldn't care who the partner was. I had to. I should have. I definitely should have, but... On my canvas, which was pitch black and white, You, with your many bright and shining colors, began to spread for the first time. ✼ •• ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ •• ✼