I Became the Drug-Addicted Childhood Friend

I kept waiting.
Waiting for Shihu.
Until, suddenly, it hit me—he wasn’t coming back.

It dawned on me, perhaps because I had used so many drugs at once.
Even the distant past began to resurface.
Ever since I remembered that my mother had abandoned me, things had felt strange.
Memories I had buried deep within were clawing their way back up, one by one.

It started when I was staring at the empty syringes.
A powerful sense of déjà vu struck, making me realize I had forgotten something important.
Drugs.
The doctor.

"This is... bad."

That was the conclusion I reached.
I had been waiting for Shihu for twelve hours now.
Twelve hours might already be too late.

"I need to stop him."

I remembered who the doctor was.
And why Shihu couldn’t beat them in a fight.

Cold sweat poured down my face.
I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or the sense that something had gone terribly wrong.
Shihu had left Yu Seo Ah behind and gone somewhere again?
At this point, a decision like that could only lead to one thing.

A direct path to the bad ending.

"Where is Shihu?"

I didn’t know.
Yu Seo Ah wasn’t competent enough to know that.
I had always wanted to be the protagonist, but in the end, I was nothing more than a fool.
Someone who got swept up in events without ever taking charge.

But this time, I had to do something.
Think.
Where would a despairing Han Shihu go, and what would he be doing?@@novelbin@@

"Home?"