The plane roughly taxied through the runway and began to take off. After about five minutes, it had risen up into the sky and was maintaining its usual altitude.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

The warning sound went off again, then the door opened and two agents placed toast, baguettes, a teapot and cups, cigars and cigarettes, an ashtray, lighters, and more on top of the table. Lanok poured out the tea himself.

“Black tea has a special taste when it’s enjoyed during flight,” Lanok commented.

Since I've gone this far, might as well see where this will take me.

Kang Chan had a sip of the black tea and bit on a cigarette.

“Whoo,” Kang Chan relaxed.

After Lanok exhaled a couple of puffs of cigar smoke, he took out a neatly folded document from his jacket’s inner pocket and handed it over to Kang Chan.

“What’s this?” Kang Chan asked.

“That’s the reason why I stole your time today.”

Kang Chan unfolded the document that he had received.

Before anything else, the red writing on it that said décès (death) stood out, and his previous face that he had forgotten about immediately came into sight.

It felt like everything in the world had stopped for a moment.

“It’s the record of a person named Kang Chan...