When Chi-Woo gained consciousness, he found himself in a strange place where he couldn’t see any color. He also saw a river that stretched endlessly and a line of people waiting for their turn in front of it. Like the land of the dead, everything was in ashes. 

‘Now that I think about it…’ His body no longer hurt. Not only did he feel no pain, but he also didn’t feel any sensation. ‘What happened?’ Chi-Woo glanced back and forth between his two hands and looked towards the long line of people. He didn’t dare to initiate a conversation with these people, who had their heads hung low, expressionless. Thus, Chi-Woo couldn’t ask questions like where he was, or why they were waiting in line. Yet for some unknowable reason, Chi-Woo got a strong feeling that he had to stand in line with these people and go to the same place they were heading to. 

‘Huh?’ He was about to walk there thoughtlessly when he felt someone grab onto the hem of his shirt.

‘Who?’ He turned around and saw a tall woman. She wore a faded gown with her hood pressed down so that half of her face was hidden. The only things visible were the sleek edge of her nose and plump, pretty lips. He was able to tell she was a woman...