"...."
Her body had grown cold. Her lips had turned blue. As if she were dead, Ajin lay there.
no.
Dead.
"...."
Kim Ah-jin. Wake up. I'm here. Yeah? The bastard you were looking for is here. The bad guy is here. Please, wake up and tell me who did this, Ah-jin.
"Lady, please do it."
"Ugh... ugh..."
"Why, why are you here?"
"Yoongi, Yoongi."
My brother's death. Ajin's death. When I turned a blind eye to the truth. You were by my side. Min Yoongi. Holding the child who told me to do it, I gasped, breathing heavily, and asked why I was here.
Haejoo, I was certain of it, seeing her tearfully scratching her chest and blaming herself. You saw it.
"I saw the person who killed Ajin."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"...."
"I can't protect you, sir..."
"who is this."
"I'm sorry,"
"Who are you?"
Who made my little brother like this?
She was frustrated, her mouth wide open but unable to speak. I felt like I wanted to find out who she was and kill her right now. Suddenly, my stomach churned. My head throbbed, my vision swirled, and a scene came into focus.
"No, Dad, he's not here!"
Ajin is rebellious,
"Tell me before I get shot in the head."
Threatening Ajin by pointing a gun at her head,
"Kim Yijun, where are you?"
A man wearing an anti-government mask.
I'm looking for my father. My father left for America.
bang_
The man I was looking for...
... disappeared.
The illusion I had earlier disappeared.
"I can't see, I can't see, why, why..."
"...."
"Ajin, Ajin, ah.."
"...."
"...was that your last memory?"
Tell me, Ajin.
The one who was shot and fell, the one who shot the gun, the one who was left behind at the end of your life. Is he the one who killed you?
I despaired. The reality that no one was by my side anymore, the inescapable truth. I cried. I held Ajin in my arms and cried. Then, the visions, no, the last memory, resurfaced.
"calm down,"
"...."
"You're overdoing it."
"..who are you."
"...the person you are holding."
"...."
"The guide I was trying to protect."
"guide...?"
"You can get revenge on the guy who killed your brother."
"...."
"I think I can read memories."
"... I?"
"huh."
Do you want to go together?
"To get revenge on him."
I grabbed the hand extended before me. Another memory flashed through my mind. He was crying. A man was wailing, repeatedly saying the word "mother" in an empty funeral parlor. It was the same man who had reached out to me.
"...please do it."
"uh."
"center."
"...."
"If we go there, will the anti-government people die?"
"huh."
You can do it.
I'll help you.
So please live.
center.
"...I'll go."
"...."
"Please do it,"
"...."
"Take me too."
"...."
"A place called the center."
My lady, if I were then.
Not Min Yoongi's memories.
"That's the ability."
"...."
"Why were you born with such a weird ability?"
If I read your memories.
If only I had read your memories before manifesting as Ignore.
Why you.
you.
I'm misleading you.
I hope I didn't misunderstand you.
Why did you leave me?
I wonder if I would have abandoned you.