_The Road to Reincarnation
“..Miss Cho…”
“..Ms. Yoon Cho-ah…”
Choa opened her closed eyes wide at the sound of someone calling her name.
But the surroundings were so dark that the expression "I opened my eyes" was meaningless, and I couldn't see anything.
Choa was standing there, having just come to her senses, and her body was shivering, as if she had a cold.
“Are you awake?”
"…yes?"
It was quite eerie to hear an unknown voice calling her in a pitch-black place where she could not see anything, but Choa was already scared enough to answer, clutching at straws.
“You’re awake.”
“Are you really Ms. Yoon Cho-ah?”
"yes…"
“But who are you…?”
“Where am I…?”
Once Choa opened her mouth, she asked one question after another.
But the owner of that voice didn't answer a single one of those continuous questions, and the pitch-black space where nothing could be seen was filled only with the scratching sound of a pen writing something on paper."hey…?"
“Who are you…?”
Choa mustered up her courage and asked the first question again.
Then, with a "Ah," the rustling sound was no longer heard, and a clearing of the throat was heard.
"sorry."
“I forgot the procedure for a moment.”
“First, let me introduce myself.”
“I am Grim Reaper number 421.”
And then silence flowed.
As readers of this article might be thinking, who would believe someone who suddenly called themselves a grim reaper?
Choa ended up laughing out loud.
“Wow, my dreams are so vivid these days.”
“Oh my god, so you’re saying I’m dead?”
Even with Choa's slightly sarcastic tone, her voice continued without a single waver in pitch.
“Name: Yoon Cho-ah.”
“I’m 24 years old.”
“Died in a traffic accident.”
“Ms. Yoon Cho-ah, what were you doing before you came here?”
“I went to the market.”
“My husband will be home soon, so I have to cook.”
“And?”
"and…"
"…truck?"
“What happened to that truck?”
“Me…”
“Oh my god.”
“…I’m dead?”
“I guess it’s starting to feel real now.”
“So you’re really the grim reaper?”
“Yes.”
Choa covered her mouth for a while and couldn't say anything.
I was speechless at the thought that I, who was probably having a leisurely dinner with my husband, was not in this world.
“Then… what happens to me now…?”
Choa's voice, which had been sarcastic and confident earlier, was now trembling and sobbing, as if asking where it had gone.
As expected, there was no answer, and once again the black space was filled with the sound of creaking.
Finally, with the sound of a pen being put down, the answer came from the voice.
“It’s simpler than you think.”
“From now on, Ms. Yoon Cho-ah will walk down a single path.”
“The road is so long that I can’t walk it without stopping.”
“If you walk along that path, you will find a place to rest.”
“There will be six shelters, and each shelter has a god.”
“Then I will talk to those gods.”
“A story…?”
Choa was startled by the unexpected answer.
I thought it would be like in the movies, where I would be tried and go straight to heaven or hell.
But you're talking about it.
Besides, talking to the gods was truly a mystery.
“What are you talking about?”
“We will talk about Yoon Cho-ah’s life.”
“You have to look back on this life to become a better person in the next life.”
“It is God’s will.”
“It’s been too late.”
“When the story is over, I will be waiting at the end of the road.”
“Now the moment I count to three and snap my fingers
“Ms. Yoon Cho-ah will arrive on that road.”
"yes?"
“Okay, one.”
“No, just a moment.”
"two."
“I still have something to ask you.”
"three."
“Sleep…”
widely_
“Have a peaceful journey.”