“Once you’ve got the murderer, let me know and I’ll descend very dramatically, like this was the plan all along, and deliver divine justice. In the meantime, I’ll keep quiet.” It’s only then that Yeomra actually seems to look at Kisa for the first time since storming into her sick bay. He does a double take, something strange flashing over his face. He seems to be staring in growing confusion at her eyes. “You work here?”

Kisa grits her teeth. “I have for the past seven years,” she informs her employer, resisting the urge to stalk over and stomp on his foot like an immature child.

The death god tilts his head, considering her. He looks at Seokga, and then back at her.

“Is this—” He gestures to her eyes.

“Yes,” Seokga grits out.

“Shit.” Yeomra falters. “I didn’t know. I would have called you.”

The trickster god makes a noise halfway between a scoff and a snarl.

“Look, Seokga.” Yeomra is rubbing the back of his head a little ruefully. “I’ll, ah, toss in something nice for her. A show of good faith.” Kisa watches intently as he turns back to the scowling god. “Solve this and she’ll be released from her duty on this ship. I’ll write her name down on the reincarnation queue.”

Kisa gasps softly as her heart begins to pound. Reincarnation queue. She’s waited nearly a decade for those two words and hearing them has sent her into a state of jubilant shock. Lost in a daze of excitement and hope, she doesn’t see how Seokga stiffens, knuckles suddenly shining around the hilt of his cane.

“And Hajun’s name?” Kisa blurts before she can stop herself.

The look that Yeomra gives her is ripe with disbelief. “What?”

She forces herself to look him in the eye and refuses to retreat. “My friend,” she says quietly. “If we solve this mystery, I’d like for his name to be written down, as well.”

Yeomra’s upper lip curls into a sneer. “Are you seriously trying to negotiate?”

“I, erm—yes,” she manages to push out with absolute finality. “Yes, I am.”

For a long moment, the CEO stares at her. Stubbornly, Kisa stares back. She can go long bouts without blinking, and refuses to yield until Yeomra’s eyes twitch.

Finally, the death god scowls. “Fine,” he relents. His gaze shifts back to Seokga. “But if you fail, I will absolutely be speed-dialing Hwanung and trying to place all the blame on you. Capisce? Great.” Yeomra backs toward the door, smiling nervously. “Use your mind-reading powers. I’m sure the mystery will be solved in no time.”