“Ah, I am Maksun. Maksun. You really don’t know?”

I was dumbfounded. Maksun? Who was Maksun? “I’ve never heard of this name...”

“What? You are hearing it for the first time? Oh, my 65 years of life were in vain. They were in vain. We grew up together as children in such a difficult place, but you don’t even recognize me. Now. Groan, my life!”

The old grandmother who released the destructive light just now had disappeared. In front of me, Park Maksun sat down on the ground and started crying. Everyone’s eyes shifted between me and Park Maksun. I had no choice but to look blank because of the ridiculous situation. My image abruptly became a bad grandfather who made a grandmother cry.

...Wait. Maksun? Just then, something struck me. It was a very distant past. A few months ago, there was a dream that had the terrible smell of blood and muddy water mixed together. The instructor had yelled with wide eyes and wielded the whip. I was dangling from a cliff with a sandbag hanging from me.

Next to me was a younger sister shivering in the cold. She wasn’t my actual younger sister, but we lived...