Practice was over. A group of girls hurried out of the practice room, surrounding one girl with practiced ease and giving her a vicious beating. After seeing her covered in bruises, they left the scene, satisfied, their faces full of scornful, contemptuous smiles. After countless beatings and insults, she had long since become numb, body and soul. She would get used to it. She felt nothing, not a thing. She pulled a crumpled business card from her pocket and clasped it tightly in her hand. Tighter and tighter, until her fingertips turned white, as though it were the last lifeline she had left. She brushed the dust off herself, then forced a stiff smile at the glass wall. It was the 268th day since her older sister passed away. Lee Se Ah, hang in there.
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