Inside, a woman was sitting on a bed staring helplessly into the air.

She seemed unaware of the saliva dripping from her open mouth, and appeared mentally ill.

Seol Jihu followed Jang Maldong’s gaze into the open room and frowned.

The patient looked oddly familiar.

He knew he’d seen her somewhere before.

“Julian Clara.”

Jang Maldong read her name from the file.

‘Ah.’ Seol Jihu groaned inwardly.

“I believe she was Samuel’s teammate…. Do you recognize her?”

Seol Jihu unwittingly nodded his head.

“It says here she died when she was Level 2. She spent about seven months on the other side.”

“Only seven months?”

“She’s one of the lucky ones.”

Jang Maldong emphasized.

“As you said, she didn’t resort to making any extreme decisions because her time in Paradise was relatively short. But she’s not exactly fine. The disease of the mind is a terrifying thing. It grows quickly and devours its host from within.”

“…”

“Although… it really depends on the person.”

It was then.

A sudden sound caused Jang Maldong to stop.

It was quite a loud noise, but Clara didn’t react at all.

Seol Jihu hurried to the bathroom down the hallway, the source of the noise.

There, he saw a black man lying down on the floor, moaning and shaking.

A couple of nurses rushed to the fallen man and helped him up.

The man was tall but scrawny like a skeleton.

He had foam at his mouth, and his face was covered with age spots. He clearly...