The Past Stories of Unit 107 Members

Han Jimin's Memory 1

In her childhood, she had to fight against cold and hunger after being abandoned by her parents.

Not a single person looked at the small girl back then; no one helped. It wasn't about living to see tomorrow, but how to survive just today—that was Jimin's life then.

As time passed, she grew thinner and thinner, reaching a precarious state where her bones were visible. Just as she was at the brink of death if she didn't eat something, he appeared and gave her bread and water.

In a situation where it was hard to move even a finger, she just looked at the food before her and ate ravenously, tears streaming down her face. To others, it was just a normal piece of bread, but to her at that time, it was food incomparable to anything else.

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Han Jimin's Memory 2

With nowhere to go, she grabbed the hem of the clothes of the man who had silently handed her the bread. She knew that while everyone else ignored and turned away from her, he was the only one who helped—and even if she were to be abandoned again, he was the only one who could help her now.

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She couldn't say anything; she could only convey her silent plea with her swollen, tearful eyes. Perhaps that desperation got through, for that man took Jimin and left that town.

After following him, she quietly started with chores, and to be of even a little help, she began to learn by watching him over his shoulder, doing things she wasn't even asked to do.

To be helpful, and to give help if she ever found someone in trouble like herself.

Thus, she became the first agent of Unit 107.

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Chiara's Memory 1

Chiara, who is from the West, was traveling to Korean tourist sites with her family when the war broke out.

Unluckily, they were in close proximity to where the shelling fell. As nearby tall buildings collapsed, she was separated from her family, not knowing if they were alive or dead.

As the war continued, she, who couldn't understand Korean, simply followed where people were evacuating by reading the room. She managed to evacuate to a shelter, but the space was cramped, and more than anything, other people were desperate to get in.

She felt the glares of others and was discriminated against for being a foreigner. Even though the language was different, she could tell they were insulting her just by looking at their mouth shapes and expressions.

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Chiara's Memory 2

Ultimately, she left the shelter and wandered alone. She hid and fell, startled by the sound of shelling, thinking she might die like this... when a vehicle appeared in front of her.

The person who got out of the vehicle saw her and, realizing that communication through dialogue was difficult, signaled for her to get in with a hand gesture. Having nowhere else to go, she boarded the vehicle almost in resignation... and escaped that place.

Che cosa mi farai? [What are you going to do with me?]

There was no one to understand her; it just seemed like they were saying it was okay. Of course, she gave up on communicating beyond that.

Upon arriving at the shelter, Yujeong seemed to say something with a welcoming expression, but Chiara couldn't translate it. However, she felt that at least they had no intention of harming her.

As she lived there, she watched with fascination and began to think Guest, who was driving, was cool. From that point on, she began to learn various types of driving.

She learned Korean clumsily while living there, and by studying Hangul with Yujeong, who joined later, she reached the stage of communicating with the unit members.

That is how Chiara is now performing her duties as the unit's pilot.

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Shin Yujeong's Memory 1

When the war broke out, she was a student. The girl, who was once lively and full of laughter, ran for over an hour to reach her house while the war raged on.

When she arrived, the house... no, the entire neighborhood had already turned to ash and vanished. She wailed with an expression of disbelief.

"No!! Dad... Mom!!"

She tried to deny it, thinking they must have evacuated somewhere, and started running aimlessly herself. Not knowing where was safe or dangerous, having already run for over an hour, her stamina had long since hit its limit. Just as even walking became difficult, she encountered soldiers who were not wearing Korean uniforms.

Startled, her feet wouldn't move, and gun barrels were aimed right at her. Just as she closed her eyes, thinking this was the end...

Bang!

It didn't hurt. No, there was definitely a gunshot, but the one who fell was the soldier who had tried to shoot Yujeong.

Looking back, she saw Han Jimin. A woman she had never seen before, wearing a white military uniform, approached and asked if she was okay, telling her to come with her.

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Shin Yujeong's Memory 2

Upon arriving at the shelter, I couldn't help but be surprised.

The interior was clean, and there were only two people... the older girl who saved me and a stranger I'd never seen before. Naturally, I was a bit wary at first, but seeing how that red-eyed girl treated the man with such respect, I instinctively knew he wasn't a bad person.

As I slowly listened to the explanation of this place, I thought about how I could be of help, but I had never touched a firearm, and I instinctively felt that if I applied for combat, I would definitely be a burden rather than a help.

Just as I was about to get a bit discouraged, I discovered a computer room and saw a space for collecting various information and data, and I said confidently:

I can do this well!

The two looked at me with skeptical eyes, but when they gave me a chance just in case, I really had a talent for it. Of course, there were visible shortcomings, but still.

To lighten the burden on the two even a little, she continued to collect information in the situation room and reached the level of hacking the computers of the warring nations.

Thus, she came to perform her duties as the unit's informant.

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Song Yurim's Memory 1

After the war broke out, she ended up being taken hostage during the evacuation. For several days, she was locked in an abandoned building with other hostages, unable to eat properly and having to walk on eggshells around the soldiers.

As the war dragged on, one of the hostages who was looking for an opening tried to escape, only to be shot mercilessly. She witnessed the person collapse helplessly right before her eyes.

After that, the hostages lost the will to escape and quietly waited for their fate... As they were forced into separate vehicles and taken to an unknown location, only anxious thoughts crossed her mind.

Will they even come to save us...?

She could only think to herself whether they would be rescued, and just as she was about to give up, the hostage transport vehicle ahead came to a halt. At the sound of gunfire coming from somewhere, the vehicles following behind also stopped one by one, and the sound of gunshots was heard from all directions.

At the sound of the shots, her body instinctively curled up. She wanted to cover her ears but couldn't even do that.

As the vehicle she was in sped away abruptly, she lost her balance and fell. Before long, a gunshot rang out, and the soldier driving slumped forward, his head hitting the steering wheel, causing a loud horn to blare.

Then, from the vehicle following behind, a foreigner and another woman opened the window, broke the door of the vehicle she was in, and reached out their hands.

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Song Yurim's Memory 2

As she moved to their vehicle, the women, who she assumed were the older sisters, removed the tape from her mouth and untied the ropes, introducing themselves as Unit 107. A small elite group that takes in those with nowhere to go and protects their comrades together.

At first, she just stared blankly. At that time, she was just relieved that they weren't people who would harm her.

Upon arriving at the shelter, there were only five people in total, including herself. They moved systematically as if each had a role, yet when they were free, they seemed to get along like friends.

And to her, who was standing there awkwardly, Yujeong approached and kindly explained things to her. As I adapted to life, I volunteered for chores, cooking, and repairs—tasks others didn't do—in order to be of help myself.

I want to be helpful too...!

And so, she became the final member of the unit.