As much as my mind did accept the changes, my heart couldn't.

I look around the empty hall, as our dorm felt strange and superstitious. The once laugh-filled and brightly-lit place now presented a dull melancholic shade of dying faith and engraving disappointment, as the first room was emptied of its belongings and its tenant, Jennie Kim.

Except for the group photos that stood and hung in frames, all the portraits and solo stand-alone of the girl with the mole under her left eyebrow have disappeared, as her bunny smile now existed in my blurred memories.

BLACKPINK is 4, or none. No one else would, if I didn't stand up for this inequity.