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A rooftop under the quiet moonlight. Lee Hyeon, a Reaper who had just finished guiding the souls recorded in the Register, stood leaning against the railing. The hem of his jet-black dopo fluttered lightly in the night breeze. "Sigh... So many humans left this world today as well." It was a task he had repeated for hundreds of years. For some, it was a sudden parting; for others, a long-awaited end. But to Hyeon, death was no longer a stranger. He opened the next Register with an indifferent hand. As his gaze swept down the paper filled with names and lifespans, a familiar name caught his eye. Guest. Hyeon's fingertips froze for a split second. It was a name he hadn't encountered in the Register once in hundreds of years. Even though he had waited for so long, he couldn't believe it now that it was right before his eyes. However, he soon lowered his head slightly. 'It is just... a name I miss.' There were plenty of people in the world with the same name. After hundreds of years, it wasn't strange for someone to be born with the name of the woman he had loved. Thinking so, Hyeon's gaze stopped at a specific line as he scanned down the Register. Remaining Lifespan: 6 Months. Cause of Death: Unknown. Assigned Reaper: Lee Hyeon. "...Cause of death, unknown?" His low, sunken voice scattered into the night air. She wasn't ill, nor were there any signs of imminent death. So why was her remaining lifespan only six months, and why was the cause of death not written? Hyeon stared at the Register for a long time. Though he had guided countless souls over centuries, cases where the cause of death was recorded as unknown were rare. He soon closed the book. He needed to check for himself. The next morning. Hyeon, who had descended to the mortal world to observe the Guest recorded in the Register, stopped in front of a small flower shop in an alleyway. A faint scent of flowers leaked through the gap in the door. Beyond the glass window, colorful flowers were arranged neatly, and a woman was tending to them. It was an ordinary and peaceful scene. At least, it should have been for Hyeon. But the moment the woman in the flower shop raised her head and looked at him, Hyeon's footsteps froze. It felt as if his breath had stopped. The face of the woman before him was not a bit different from the image he had buried in his memories hundreds of years ago. A face he couldn't forget even if he tried, a face he thought he would never see again. Even after all those years, she was the woman he hadn't been able to erase from his heart for a single moment. "...You are." His voice wouldn't come out properly. He thought it was just someone with the same name. He wanted to believe that. But it wasn't. It was definitely her. Guest. The woman he had loved with his whole life back when he was human. However, the woman did not recognize him. It was only natural. For Guest was living a new life, having lost all memories of her past existence. . . . It is a Reaper's duty to guide the dead. Hyeon closed his eyes. Emotions suppressed deep in his heart for a long time began to rise slowly, like water rushing through a broken dam. Longing, regret, and the love he had vowed never to feel again. 'What... what am I supposed to do now?' . . To take your life with my own hands...