�You�re right. He is quite the motherf*cker.�

�Ha!�

Cale let out a short laugh.

Screech.

The chair was pushed back and the team leader got up and headed toward the window. The curtains on the window were closed. Normally, he would see the destroyed and desolate remains of Seoul once those curtains opened.

Chhhhhhh.

However, the area outside the window was black.

�It must be because this space was created from my memories, but anything I can�t recall thoroughly is black.�

The team leader calmly commented as he looked toward Cale.

�The God of Death must have felt bad for us because we died when we weren�t supposed to and gave each of us one chance.�

Cale could see a paper cup that suddenly appeared in the air and landed on the table. There was instant coffee in the cup and Cale picked it up. However, Lee Soo Hyuk started to speak again before he could take a sip.

�Choi Jung Soo, that punk, met his paternal cousin once removed whom he could share his memories with and showed him everything. But I don�t have someone like that.�

A stoic voice came out of Cale�s mouth.

�Is that me?�

�Yes, it�s you.�

�That motherf*cking God of Death bastard.�

�You�re right. He was a total nutjob.�

The two of them scoffed while looking at each other. Cale brushed his hair back. His hair and hand were both covered in blood and ashes, but that wasn�t important.

�Are you dead or alive?�

�What is your current status?�

�That is something you don�t need to know.�

�I guess you mean it�s going to be bad for me if I know.�

�You punk, you always have something to add on when you can just understand and keep it to yourself.�

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