A few months later.

Jinki was home late again that night–as usual–and seeing how his mailbox was full, he finally got the mail on his way up. Among the promotional letters and flyers, there was a relatively thick package. It didn’t bear the sender’s name… and Jinki furrowed his brows, discarding everything else the moment he had stepped into his place, unpacking the mysterious package right away.

The moment he had torn it open, he paused, blinking in surprise at the note stuck on what was a book.

From Jin Shiwon.

The post-it was stuck right under the title, over the author’s name, but Jinki’s attention hadn’t moved from the three words that made up the book's title.

The Bloody Halo

Despite the time that had passed, everything came back to him as it was yesterday. Because truly, there was no forgetting the kind of experience he’d had.

Exhaustion of his day was forgotten as he settled down to start reading it. A daunting anticipation took over him, as he went through it with care, perhaps reading lines twice to ensure he hadn’t missed even a single word. Because he just couldn’t. This answered the questio