Park Ju-yeon's fatalism ②A yellow-and-white hamster sniffed the air in the darkened room. Its eyes—black, button-hard, and glass-bead dull—swiveled with its tiny head like rivets on a hinge. With two pink forepaws it scooped up a pinch of bedding, inhaled, then flicked the chips away in stop-motion speed and trotted onto its wheel.

朴周延的宿命论/Park Ju-yeon's fatalism**设定是志旭出逃遇到了没见过志旭的朴周延，是的，双世界线设定，这只是这一篇的片段，因此我就将中英都放在一起了
总之，先把自己的生活给料理好再谈其他的也并不晚。朴周延拆开红汤的海鲜拉面，再三询问站在一旁的陌生人‘真的不吃’‘不饿吗’等等，几次得到否定的回答后，他按开电炉，在滋啦加热的运行声中任由意识漂浮，这个陌生人散发的气场很畏缩，在他小小的一人居室中也仍然没有存在感，朴周延走去冰箱拿出蔬菜和嫩豆腐，取下挂板上的切片菜刀，包装被他划在边缘的刀瓦解，豆腐四下散出，他小心地抓起，将它们轻轻放入锅内，水已经快开了，在锅底密集地冒着泡。
尽管陌生人非常怕人，但他好像不怕尴尬。朴周延坐在地上，面前摆着矮桌，矮桌的另一头是他，他说不用吃，因此便闲在朴周延对面。为什么被别人看着吃饭那么难为情呢？朴周延的筷子挑起拉面，泛白的热气将对面的人脸遮盖几秒，他连吸溜的心情都没有，只得默默地咬着吃，‘唔。’朴周延咬到一块没煮透的地方，不由自主地发出较劲的声音，他正低头对着碗，因此没发现那人看他的异样目光。

with die man's park juyeonA strange oriental had come to town. He dressed in dark clothes and moved into a derelict detached house on a street so lifeless that few ever passed; it seemed hardly anyone noticed his arrival.

The car turned slowly and rolled out of the fork marked by a road sign. Park Juyeon dragged his luggage up the front steps, mopping sweat from his brow. The climate here was odd: though heavy fog pressed against everything, the air itself was fiercely dry. He settled into a rickety old wooden chair, drew a bottle of water from his backpack, drank, and finally took stock of his new lodgings.