Like how an area overflowed with water when a dam’s hole was left exposed again, many problems had flooded the fortress after Chi-Woo’s disappearance. One such problem was the broken beings running havoc again. Ru Amuh had run around trying to quell the most urgent problems when he encountered an entity by coincidence.

“I don’t really know…how I ended up meeting her…” Ru Amuh didn’t remember. Something had led him to her when she appeared.

“You could’ve been bewitched,” Chi-Woo said quietly. “It could’ve been a vengeful spirit or an evil spirit. Spirits are generally like that. They drive people to them for a purpose.”

“It’s exactly as you say, sir. Although she was dead, she seemed skilled in controlling and ruling over spirits of the dead.”

“Who was it?”

“Do you remember the skeleton we saw on our way to this fortress?”

Chi-Woo’s eyes narrowed. ‘Could it be?’ 

“The skeleton hanging on the pole…”

“Yes, the one who swept away the entire army of mutants.”

“Why did that skeleton want to meet you, Mr. Ru Amuh?” Chi-Woo asked. “What did she say to you?”

“She first asked me about you.”

“About me?”

“Yes, she asked where you were.”

Ru Amuh hadn’t answered the skeleton’s question willingly; and rather than giving everything she wished for, he had tried to decipher the skeleton’s reasons for asking such...