Min Jung furrowed her brows, groaning. She held her arms over her chest and curled her knees, taking in a sharp breath as her entire body screamed in protest. After some time, she managed to wrench her eyes open to look at the night sky. Her breath formed crystals in the cold midnight air. Min Jung sank into the heap of garbage bags, one of which had burst when she had landed on it. She gagged, managing to choke back the urge to vomit. The sudden movement of her diaphragm brought a whole new wave of pain to her ribs, which felt broken. She grit her teeth and sat up, forcing another pained gasp from her abused lips.<br/><br/>It must have taken her an eternity before she finally heaved herself out of the dumpster, landing on her bare feet. She crouched in the alleyway, waiting for her breaths to come. Her entire body screamed in protest. Min Jung dragged herself forward one step at a time, only looking at the ground. Worrying about if anyone saw her was just too much to endure for her already shaken mental state. Like her brain was on autopilot, Min Jung only focused on each individual step until she arrived at the wooden door of her dorm - it seemed like forever ago that she had first arrived in the dorm.<br/><br/>Without her phone to unlock the door, all Min Jung managed to do was knock before slumping to the ground in front of the entrance.