CHAPTER 001.

  CIRCA 1994-2001:   The Birth of Vengeance.“Time of Birth: 1:00 AM, Date: February 5th, 2001 “선 선생님, 아기가 딸아이라니 축하드려요!” (“Mrs. Seon, congratulations — it’s a baby girl!”)The nurse’s cheerful voice echoed in the sterile hospital room. But Andreata Vespertine didn’t smile. She simply stared at the ceiling, numb.Once, she had been the golden one.A brilliant PharmD resident in Thailand, Andreata was known for her pioneering research in infectious diseases. She was the kind of student professors remembered. The kind they whispered about as a future Nobel laureate. Ambitious. Poised. Untouchable.Until she fell in love.Seon Chunhwi was nothing like her. A drifter. A conman. A handsome stranger with a dangerous charm and no roots. He wasn’t even from Thailand — Korean, he claimed — and rarely spoke of his past. But when he smiled, Andreata believed in futures she never planned for.They met during her exchange year. She was finishing her residency. He was passing through, chasing shadows for money. Theirs was a whirlwind. And she — the woman of logic and precision — surrendered to the storm.By the time she realized who he was, it was too late. Chunhwi had taken more than her love — he had taken her research, her savings, her sanity. She abandoned her thesis five months before its defense. Her name, once associated with accolades, vanished from conference posters and journals.Then came the running.“We have to leave,” Chunhwi said one night, his voice sharp with urgency. “To Korea. Now.”She resisted. But fear — raw and paralyzing — made her follow.In Seoul, Andreata found herself alone in a foreign land, pregnant. She hoped Chunhwi would stay, at least until the child was born. He didn’t. By the third trimester, he was gone — no notes, no calls. Only silence.Her son, Chanwoo, was born into that silence. And for years, she lived in it.But spring returned him.Four years after disappearing, Chunhwi knocked on her door. Softer this time, apologetic. He wanted to begin again. Against reason, Andreata agreed. She had never loved anyone else. And for a while, he stayed — long enough to see Chanwoo turn six.Then he vanished again.This time, he left a letter. She burned it with hydrochloric acid, the same way her heart had been eroded — slowly, corrosively.She never spoke his name again.In the spring of 2000, Andreata discovered she was pregnant once more. She felt no joy. Only purpose.“This will be the last,” she told herself. “The last time I live for anyone but myself.”On February 5th, 2001, a baby girl was born. The nurse’s words — cheerful, congratulatory — felt hollow. This birth wasn’t a celebration. It was a reckoning.Andreata named her Chaemil.She held the child close, her eyes unblinking. This girl would not be born into weakness. She would carry no illusions. She would know the truth of the world her mother had once ignored.There was no applause. No flowers. No proud father. Just a quiet room and a woman who had once believed love could save her.But Andreata Vespertine was no longer a believer.She was a survivor.
And this — this was her rebirth.

  Before You Follow.     The handler is of age, (nineteen), however, sexual interactions are not present in the account. This original character is strictly in character and marked as dead dove account due to themes and heavy cursing, with that being said this is a safe account to everyone.  Do not Follow If.     You fit the basic DNFI Criteria. For Personal DNFI, please be aware of the following: No muns are allowed to interact with this account who are less than or thirteen, anyone above that age range are welcome to follow. Do not follow this account if you are a local or a stan account.  ＃Guidelines  ❀  Do.     ₍  1  ₎  Interact with me, although this is not mandatory but I will try my best to do the same to your muse.  ₍  2  ₎  Read this carrd from time to time and comprehend carefully.  ₍  3  ₎  Respect boundaries and personal matters. This character may occasionally be inactive due to low social battery of the muse and operator, but rest assured that they will tend to their on going plots and messages once they gained full energy.  ＃Guidelines  ❀  Do Not.     Do not be rude. This is fairly self explanatory. Treat others the way you'd like to be treated, and everything will go smoothly. Bullying will not be tolerated. Do not ask/beg to be a mod. Do not meta-game. Do not push anything the character does not want to plot and/or push boundaries.  Plottings.    This account writes in descriptive plotting and offers mirrored literacy: one liners, banters, and impromptu plots are also welcome. please take note that  Fonts  are present when it comes to plots especially on the timeline, and also posts and media / sns updates. Let me know on my dms whether you want to plot with fonts or not, i am more willing to fit into my fellow writer’s satisfactory measures. Disclaimer.  This account was created as a roleplay account, unaffiliated with any faceclaims used, or any associated professional projects and/or intellectual properties. All its original content should be considered works of fiction, and any resemblance to existing works, characters, or persons should be considered coincidental and free of malicious intent. all contents here are not owned but modified, and not for sale. About Mun.  Solana, Nineteen, She/Her, Taken, University Student.