“You’re dead. Just deal with it.”

            “No!” I yelled, whipping my arm across a table covered in fragile candles, making them each fall to the floor and engulf the wooden panels in flames. The kid bitterly chuckled at me.

            “Breaking things isn’t going to change it. You’re dead, and she’s as good as gone in six month’s time.” He snapped his fingers, and suddenly the flames disappeared.

            “You can’t do anything about yourself, almighty Duizhang.”

            “Well what about her?!” I got up and pulled Soomin’s picture out of my pocket and shoved it in his face.

            “You said we can save her. You said we can make her happy. Just tell me what to do.”

            He smirked, “Well, since you want to play with pictures…” He held his hand up and suddenly a photo of his own appeared from thin air and sat between his index and middle finger. My eyes widened at the face.

            “Him?” I asked in disbelief.

            “Him.”