"Daehan... Daehan..."
That voice again.
The wedding, those two children, that house, that chair, that rope...
She was back in that place.
Slowly, she stepped into the house. Her memories were hazy, like fogged glass.
That chair. That rope.
The rope was hanging someone.
No... that person had hanged themselves.
She slowly looked up. The shock on her face melted into a quiet sorrow.
"Mama..." she whispered.
Her vision gradually darkened, then shifted—to a ceiling and the pale walls of a room.
Her tired eyes slowly fluttered open.
"Beep... Beep... Beep..."
The alarm echoed across the room.
She reached for her phone and silenced it.
"Five in the morning..."
Sitting up, she stared blankly at the cold floor of her dorm room, reflecting on the dream.
She clicked her tongue and scratched her head in frustration.
"Tch. That dream again... Better get in the shower than sit here doing nothing," she muttered.
She rose from bed and grabbed her towel.
After a quick shower, she slipped into her school uniform.
With her bag over her shoulder, she headed downstairs and joined the other dorm residents for breakfast.
This place was her dormitory, where young Hunters from various schools lived together under one roof.
Most of them wore a bracelet on their left wrist—specially designed to suppress the Igor's Energy flowing within their bodies.
'Daehan Airlangga'
That name was stitched on the breast pocket of a high school girl's uniform.
A 17-year-old girl, living on her own.
Few people really knew her. With her reserved nature and silent demeanor, others often mistook her for someone arrogant, or worse—aloof.
"Guys, I'm heading out first," Daehan said.
"What? It's still early. You sure you wanna head to school now?" asked a friend.
"Yeah," she replied shortly, slipping on her shoes.
"Alright, take care!" her friend called out with a wave.
Daehan returned the gesture with a small wave of her own.
Her footsteps splashed softly through the wet pavement.
This was the final week for twelfth-graders.
After exams, they usually just worked on additional assignments to raise their grades, especially if they planned on applying to university.
Once she arrived at her classroom, Daehan opened her phone and started scrolling aimlessly.
'The government urges citizens to avoid the area…'
'Mount Salak is showing signs of activity, all residents…'
'Well, guess I can't hike there anymore…'
she sighed reading the comments, slumping a bit.
"Physics—done. Biology—done. Math too. I think I'm good..."she mumbled to herself.
"DAEHAN! Have you filled out the form from the group chat?!" someone shouted across the room.
"Huh?! OH SHOOT! I forgot!" she panicked internally.
She dove into her bag, searching frantically before chasing after her friend with the forms in hand.
Those forms were her education path plans—missing them could spell serious trouble.
"Hahh… Hahh… Thanks," she panted after handing them over.
"All good," her friend replied, disappearing into the crowd.
Of course, here's the translated version of your scene into English, keeping the slowburn, slightly melancholic tone while preserving Daehan's warmth and quiet worries:
The classroom felt unusually noisy.
Laughter, chatter, the scrape of chairs—all louder than usual, like an echo of something ending.
Naturally. There were no more lessons, no more deadlines to chase.
All that was left for Daehan now was to wait—for report cards... and for time to pass.
After school, she decided to clean up her room and do the laundry.
Sweeping, mopping, washing the dishes, scrubbing the clothes.
Her hands moved quickly, efficiently, like this was a routine etched into her bones.
The last task: hanging the laundry out to dry.
The sky was turning a mellow shade of orange. Long shadows crept in through the window.
As Daehan stepped outside with the laundry basket, her phone buzzed sharply.
"Drrt... Drrt..."
A name lit up the screen:
'Jihan – 3rd sister'
She answered, switching to speaker mode.
"Hello, sis?"
"Yeah? What's up?" Daehan replied.
"Hehe, Just wanted to check in... How are you doing over there?"
Her little sister's voice was light, cheerful.
While pinning clothes on the line, Daehan answered with a faint smile,
"I'm good. Why? Need money?"
"Ehhh... Nooo~ Well... maybe a little, hehe. But I really just wanted to call."
"Oh. I see."
"How's school? Have you decided what major you wanna take?"
"Yeah, it's settled. All good. What about you? You're heading to high school soon, right?"
"Already registered! Wish me luck, okay? I'm trying for the top school!"
That loud, enthusiastic tone made Daehan's heart ache just a little.
"Of course. You'll get in."
"Oh right! How's Mas Sandra?" she asked, referring to their eldest sibling, Sandra Airlangga.
"He's okay! Well… kind of reluctant to call you, as usual."
Daehan chuckled softly.
"Let him be. Anyway, take care of yourself, alright? Be good to your brother… and to yourself too. Don't get too friendly with strangers, okay?"
Her voice carried the firm tone of a protective older sister who had seen too much too girly.
"Yesss, big sis~ Okay okay! I'm gonna eat now, byeee!"
"Alright. Take care."
The call ended just as she clipped the last piece of clothing onto the line.
That night, she sat alone on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Only one month left in my contract…"
"Where do I go after this?"
"I can't work like normal people do But if I don't work... who'll take care of my siblings?"
Time felt heavier when you could count it in days.
Only God, the dwellers of the sky, and she herself knew the whole truth.
Lying down brought no peace.
She didn't want to burden her cousin. Didn't want to rely on anyone.
She wanted to work. Wanted to be strong.
No matter how cold the night grew, Daehan stayed seated, clutching the one thing she still had:
God.