When he realized that he was falling, his center of gravity was already outside his body. His body was leaning towards a point in the air. When his body leaned about halfway, he saw Joomin dropping the coffee cup in shock as well as Dongho who was reaching out to him. The falling cup eventually stopped in the air, and Dongho’s actions also stopped like a paused video.

Time passed by slowly. At this speed, he felt like he needed ten years to fall down on the ground. It was a strange experience, but that wasn’t the important part. Maru probed his memories and became an adventurer treading on the wrinkles of his brain. Fragmented memories shot out from around him as though popcorn was popping out of the ground. He felt like his brain was being fried. All the calories that were supposed to be spent in his body was being stolen by his brain. Maybe even his body weight was being consumed by his brain.

Amidst the swirling memories, Maru saw the masked man. He did not say anything. Maru soon realized why he was silent. It wasn’t that he was being silent. He had said everything already.

He could hear eggshells cracking. No, he felt like he heard such a noise. A thin layer of something crumbled apart, allowing a sunken memory to surface.

Maru remembered the masked man’s face. Han Maru. What would the historian who has been watching an individual’s history repeat itself over and over again,...