� I am the God of Death. Maybe we will meet again in the future.

He heard a voice in his head.

��Gasp!�

He then opened his eyes.

�Choi Han! You�re finally awake.�

Click!

Choi Han slapped the hand heading toward him away. He could see that the person was shocked at his response, but he didn�t have time to think about that right now.

�The memories, the memories-!�

Choi Jung Soo�s life, his memories, and his emotions were all flooding into Choi Han�s mind like a tsunami. It was hard to breathe.
A pain different than physical pain was shaking his mind.

�Huff�, huff. Huff��!�

He took a deep breath.
His sense of reality slowly started to return.

Drip. Drip.

Water drops started to fall onto the back of his hand.

��You-�

He heard Eruhaben�s concerned voice.
However, these were not Choi Han�s own tears.

Choi Jung Soo.

These were that person�s tears.
No, these were the tears of the person who could have been his nephew.

The tiled-roof house that Choi Jung Soo had lived in.
That was his father�s house in his hometown.

Drip. Drip, drip.

The tears kept falling.
Choi Han did not understand why he was crying like this.

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