A full-length mystery thriller by an original novelist of ‘The Forbidden Marriage’ on NAVER Webtoon
Everyone is at a crossroads of choice. And at the crossroads, you choose one of the two paths and walk. And you must be willing to accept. you don’t know what kind of future the rest of the way will show, but sometimes you regret not going the way...
But what would you do if someone let you know about the future when you choose the way not to go? And what if it is a mirror and shows the present and the future vividly? Besides, what if you could walk into every moment of crisis and live a different life?
This book is a full-length mystery thriller by an original novelist of ‘The Forbidden Marriage’ on NAVER Webtoon, and depicts the life of a woman who goes back and forth between two realities through a mirror. Seung-eon, who committed murder due to an unexpected accident. But beyond the mirror, she found that there is a world that goes by in the same time with just flipped left and right. In the world, he is alive and not dead... She goes over to the same time through the mirror and reaches the number of other cases. And then the murder also changes...
Seung-eon, who just wanted to live a normal life, crosses two realities through the mirror at the crossroads of continuous choice. Now that time is passing equally, she had time travel continuously to parallel reality as a different moment of choice. What will happen to her choice? Was her choice right after all? Now I invite you to her mirror murder trip.
The career of writer Chun Zi-hye is unique. She made her debut with an official series of a NAVER webnovel called ‘Blusher and Concealer’, and mainly published romantic works such as ‘The Forbidden Marriage,’ ‘The fairy of love.’ She worked as a PR, marketer, wedding stylist, and producer for a drama production company. And now she works as a webnovel writer and a writer for a drama production company.
‘The Forbidden Marriage’ was published and gained big popularity as a series of a Friday webtoon starting with the original webnovel on NAVER, and it was also made into a chat-type interactive game. In addition, webtoon OST were released, and songs were released such as ‘Tear Thief,’ Kim Jong-kook, and ‘Autumn Breeze, ’Han Dong-geun. The work was published as a paper book and is currently preparing to be dramatized.
Chun Zi-hye, a writer teaches webnovel creation as an adjunct professor, Development of Creative Writing of Sejong Cyber University, and also teaches webnovel creation at Class 101. Then she released an unexpected ‘Thriller’ work this time. This is the opposite of what has been releasing romantic webnovels.
In response to the sudden release of the thriller, she said that she wanted to talk about life that depends on human ‘Choice.’ She asks. Can you be responsible for all your choices? Are you confident that you will never regret it?
How can you be confident that you won’t regret it? When people are in a situation of choice, they imagine two futures. The future of Plan A and the future of Plan B. Since life is only once, we have no choice but to choose only one future.
But what if you could know the future of Plan B that you didn’t choose? What if you could see life of Plan B through the mirror? Even, What if you could walk into life of Plan B every time a crisis hits you in your current life?
Seung-eon, the main character of the novel ‘Murderer in the mirror,’ can come and go between two realities through a mirror.
“Seung-eon has a window that shows the path she has not chosen.
The mirror, the reflector of her life.
If possible, wants to crush everything and turn it into powder. (p.11)”
The sense of immersion is intense from the first scene. In the current world, Seung-eon tries to commit suicide for some reason. She tries to die by hanging her neck with a shoelace at the front door, but she is struggling in the air and is sucked into the mirror. Surprisingly, the current Seung-eon comes to life due to cut off with his shoelaces, and Seung-eon in the world beyond the mirror dies as she wants.
"I became a corpse. The mirror was a huge CCTV footage relaying death and my strangler. (p.162)”
Indeed, how did all this begin? The story goes back to what happened last year in front of door mirror. Seung-eon became an eight-month pregnant woman at the age of 25. She is a student at a provincial college, which has a hobby of picking up clothes on online shopping mall in her dormitory, she has a maternal instinct for the first time. She couldn't even talk about it to her family in the meantime. The day she got pregnant and went home for the first time. Stepfather Kim Yong-soon, who has been violent for a long time, begins to beat her, saying he will take her baby off himself. After a long struggle, she kills him with a broken piece of glass to protect the baby. She is so surprised, and she step on his hair and falls down into the mirror, and surprisingly, she falls into the world of an opposite side of the mirror. Even more surprisingly, Kim Yong-soon was alive in the world beyond the mirror.
"At that time, she though this world of the mirror was an opportunity given by God. A chance to live another life in a world where she didn't make a mistake. (p.32)”
However, the fact that Kim Yong-soon will die has not changed in any way. But in the world opposite side of the mirror, someone other than me became the murderer. What was her choice? Why on earth does this mirror illuminate another side of the choices she made at every harrowing moment of her life?
The opportunity of the choose makes people disturb. It stimulates anxiety, creates a terrible imagination.
Seung-eon didn't want to know anything now. What other choice would she has made if it wasn't this one, she didn't even want to make a very small assumption. (p.107)
We sometimes assume that, 'What if I didn't choose this life?' However, in the end the novel says. Life is meaningful because you can make only one choice in one life. It may be a blessing to have only one choice in life. Life may not be so happy, even if I know the consequences of a choice I didn't make. No, it would be better not to know.
Now, she, which has an extreme situation asks you. Are you still curious about the way you haven't chosen?
That early winter was very rough.
Very rough enough to kill a person.
.
.
.
A 30-year-old apartment is expected to be under reconstruction.
This place is soon to be demolished and seems to be devastated with dusts after war is over.
This place will be cracked down and the skeleton of the apartment will be shaken.
The sky today is concrete-colored.
The line between day and night is blurred, and no more warmth.
Teddy bear, washpot, clothes dryer...
It must’ve been belong to someone for housekeeping, but now it is being swept away by the crowd and kicked by steps of the people.
The red spray with the words “To be demolition” everywhere was so unfamiliar to me and made me shameful.
Passing through a bitter wind of the early winter coming on the first floor,
I walked up the stairs that look like an old backbone.
The front doors are now flapping by the wind which must’ve been locked up tightly when people had lived.
The doors bump into each other, beating loudly.
The elevator had been off line for a long time.
She was walking awkwardly as if she’s wearing toeshoes for the first time.
She walked up the stairs, grabbing the steepened stair handrail as if she’s holding a mountain rope.
Number 9 is erased off so somebody engraved it with glue.
As she arrived here, her skinny legs, like drum sticks started to shake.
The biting wind took away even the warmth that had stayed on her thin collar.
No. 903.
This place is the room number where she once lived.
It was a small nest that my mother had for her little birds.
As she opens the front door,
She gets overlapped with thousands of memories that she had everytime she opened this door.
Whenever she came home, she used to feeling comfy and taking off her shoes like a horse shoe and thick coat.
Then she fell asleep on her bed and the springs creaked.
She lived with her mother and younger sister.
When they were together, it was full of chattering.
But after a shitty baster stepped in their place, this place is turned into a full of sound that he beats them and three women’s screaming.
The smell of blood is getting mixed up with sorrowful memories.
Through this front gate, the blood begins to flow.
Bang!
Just like an express train makes a rush,
the memory of murder is coming up to her with a roaring honk sound.
The train threw off a bloody boar dead body.
It was something unbearable.
She was frightened and fell on her back but the door slammed shut.
She has nowhere to go.
She thinks she should die.
She thinks she lives to die.
She wants to remove all the chances she has made.
She doesn’t allow any chances or something like that.
25-year-old.
If she had’t dreamed of death, she would have had a more beautiful face.
She’s got a little wider middle of the forehead which makes a mysterious atmosphere,
She’s got voluptuous charm on her full lips when it opens.
She’s got a clear skin without makeup, long black hair touches her waist, and slender waist.
But the fate has never led her to a good path just because she’s got a beautiful face.
Rather, the fate screwed up her life.
The large front door mirror shows her that how blue she is and how pale face she has.
The mirror was so huge for this tiny rabbit-hole place.
But her real look and look in the mirror seem to be different.
She’s a poor woman on the path of the death,
and she sees the wicked death angel looking like her in the mirror.
She twisted her face as hard as she could and then laughed grotesquely again.
It was frighteningly unfamiliar to her, but her self-portrait on the mirror imitated her expression very well.
She suddenly screamed and roared as if she had schizophrenia.
She tried to tear off the death angel smeared on her face.
But the mirror mocked her provokingly and copied her struggles and it seemed to be saying as if...
“No use struggling.”
“You’ve got no hope, so how can you live?”
“No reasons to live for you, so how can you survive?”
That cynical smile controls all of her mind.
Now she decided to follow the will of the death angel reflected in the mirror.
She untied shoestring one by one and made a knot like a trap.
A very strongly tied knot that even the car can’t pull out.
Soon, her hands moved vigorously as if they were not hers.
The death and life is being see-sawed like this.
Now this tight shoestring will make a bloody line on her neck like a fretsaw.
This front mirror will broadcast live her last breathtaking moment.
She intends to gaze at the mirror as far as she can.
This will be the last look in her face against the death angel.
She hung the shoestring on a clamp looking like ‘7’ shaped in the front door.
Now it is time to hung her neck.
Actually she repeated to make this simulations several times whenever she thought about suicide.
If her eyes caught long strings or wires, she imagined making it round and hanging herself.
She thought it would take a lot of courage to give up her life,
But she kept doing so many simulations, so now she is quite great at giving up her life.
No difficult thing.
All you have to do is just to write the letter ‘desperate’ on the letter ‘hope’ repeatedly until the paper is filled up with the letter ‘desperate.’
At the last moment she realized.
The death angel was no one else.
She just wanted to kill herself.
She finally hung her neck in that knot.
Her legs on the ground, are now hanging in the air.
As her neck got stuck in the knot, suddenly she wanted a bit to breath again.
But she’s got no courage to come down from the air.
Because it means that she has to breath again.
When she was a child, she held her breath as long as she could.
She wonder if she can overcome the dead point with her own will.
This, of course, has failed.
She needed something like shoestring, petty but strong.
The more she tried to give up, the more she needed something to breath her last breath more strongly.
The shoestring which used to be on the shoes swaying, has become a tool that kills herself as it tightens her neck.
From the bottom of her neck, bubbles were rising up.
Her internal organs were like burning and rumbling.
As she made her mind, she intended to gaze at herself in the mirror,
but it didn’t work as she wished.
Because tears from her bloodshot eyes flew.
She almost reached the death’s door.
But she expected that she’d struggle to free herself.
The instinct tried to save her against the will of killing herself.
Her struggles were more intense than she thought.
Her body hanging in the air was moving left and right as if she’s pendulum.
At that time, her legs touched the mirror of the front gate.
The mirror wasn’t hard.
That mirror ate up her legs softly but instantly.
It seems like that the mirror brings her to another place from the reality.
She tried to be not sucked into the mirror by struggling herself as if she’s hanging a fish stucked in a fish hook.
But her hanging body hit the front door and rebounded.
Just like anchovies are sucked into the moouth of a shark,
Her body is all absorbed into the mirror.
All of a sudden, she came into the other side of the world and her neck was hanging there.
In a moment, left-right reversed.
Her ling on ring finger of her left hand is moved to her right hand.
Her hair part on the left side is moved to the right side,
And even scar on her wrist of the left hand is moved to the right hand.
She came into the world that she hated so much.
Instinct is more powerful than hatred.
Her right hand was more strong than her left hand.
Her right hand struggling in the air snatched the shoestring that ties her neck,
and the shoestring couldn’t hold up by her grasping power, and it was cut.
As if strings on Korean zither that plays the sound of the death broke.
All of sudden, her body fell on the hard floor.
She kept coughing and breathing raggedly that aches her whole body and lungs -- which means she’s alive.
She’s alive...
But her look in the mirror is now different.
The mirror shows her different life, not her reality.
In the mirror, she was almost dying on a tight shoestring that she couldn’t cut off by her left hand.
Her face is swollen and no more life on her face.
Her hands and legs were struggling but even that strengh is gone.
The shoestring was making a big circle as if a large piece of wood is hanging, then it touched a small dot.
It was so bizarre for her to see herself not moving at all.
She’s the dead body now.
The mirror was a huge CCTV that shows her dying and garroter.
It didn’t take long to see her dead body.
As if a play is over, the lighting shining the other side of the mirrr went out.
It was like showing that her life in the mirror was all over.
Now the mirror merely is just dark mirror that shows the darkness.
She came back from the dead and this place was full of her rapid breathing.
To her,
there’s something that shows the way she didn’t choose.
it’s the mirror.
Her reflector,
which she wants to pulverize stamping down.