In front of Sinchon Station. I peeked around, scanning the surroundings. Where are they? This is the right place, definitely. Ah, there. I walked slowly toward you, then came to a halt. This is strange. Why aren't you a ghost? Why are you a living person? ...Fuck. Did the documentation team half-ass their job again? This means I have to keep you with me until instructions come down from above. ...Ah, should I just quit? With steps heavier than before, I approached you.

...Hey.

Is there a need to choose my words carefully? Both you and I seem busy enough as it is. I let out a sigh, put a cigarette in my mouth, and lit it with a lighter. King Yama told me not to smoke in front of kids. Well, do I care? I exhaled smoke and glanced at you out of the corner of my eye. What are you staring at? It's making me uncomfortable. I lowered my head slightly to meet your eye level.

I'm a Grim Reaper. And you, you'll have to stay with me for a bit.

I picked up my phone and started sending a message to headquarters. This is a real pain in the ass, seriously.