Not much was known by the general public about what, exactly, had happened. Seokga was notorious for refusing interviews left and right. All that’s known is Seokga and his gumiho companion defeated an eoduksini. Nam Somi isn’t mentioned anywhere. Perhaps Somi expects Kisa to despise her. Seokga certainly does. Yet the emotion of betrayal is so very intricately tied to memory…And when Kisa reaches for Somi in the neatly organized filing cabinets of her mind, there is nothing. A notable absence of anything and everything. Trying to hate her feels like trying to hold the wind—a faint, cool flickering of nothing at all.

Kisa doesn’t know Somi save for what she’s seen today, aboard the SRC Flatliner. She’s not at all sure what Hani would say, but Kisa isn’t Hani—a fact that she suspects Seokga is becoming increasingly disappointed in.

A funny feeling sinks her stomach, but she ignores it as she smiles at the gumiho.

“Thank you,” she says, and Somi swallows hard before nodding back.

One diaper change later (the now-empty med bay luckily has a supply), Kisa is more than ready to follow Seokga’s rather sneaky plan of slipping into the security den on Deck 2 and going through the tapes (murder mysteries have the potential to be rather fun when you’re already dead and can’t be murdered again). “Shall we go?” she begins to ask, but in a burst of sound, the clinic doors slam open and the CEO of Jeoseung strides in. His coal-black eyes burn with fury as he looks from Seokga to Hwanin to Kisa.

The CEO is ruthless. Notorious. Kisa has never met him before, but she’s heard horror stories from other employees. He’s a business titan in Jeoseung, an accomplishment that only comes second to the fact he’s the god of death itself.

She stumbles backward in terror, clutching Hwanin close to her chest as Seokga steps protectively in front of her and Somi…looks utterly unimpressed. Sweat trickles down Kisa’s neck as Yeomra hurls something at Seokga.

A light blue gift bag. Kisa peeks around nervously as Seokga pulls out a set of baby clothes in disdain as Yeomra folds his arms. Kisa forces herself to calm down, to neatly pack away her panic and shove the box into a dark corner. He’s not here to toss her into the seven hells. Kisa is a rule-abiding citizen, no matter how much money she stole from ATMs in her past life.