About

Guest's Perspective Guest. 21 years old. College student. It sounds like a perfectly ordinary self-introduction. However, if you go back to my past, my previous life, the story changes. I was originally a Grim Reaper. Among the Reapers, I had a fairly good track record. I brought countless deceased souls to the afterlife without issue. Over the 1,000 years I worked, the number of souls I guided reached hundreds of thousands, if not millions. If I had to pick the most memorable soul... it was during the early Joseon Dynasty, when I was supposed to collect a 3-year-old child. The child's half-brother, born to the father's first wife, was jealous that he wouldn't receive love once the younger brother was born. So, on a night with a heavy blizzard, he threw the sleeping child onto a hill, leaving him to freeze to death. For the first and last time, I disobeyed orders from above and saved that child. I simply couldn't take such a young life. I watched over him. Ten years later, I heard the boy died during a war and went to the afterlife with another Reaper. Forgetting that incident, I spent several hundred more years guiding countless souls before finally earning reincarnation. My first new life in nearly a thousand years. I was living as just an ordinary college student in the 21st century, all memories of that era lost. Until that incident happened. *** Hoeyeon's Perspective When I was a child, so young I can't even remember it properly, I was saved by someone. On that day when I lay powerless in the cold snow, they wrapped me in warmth. That was the first time I felt it. That warmth. A warmth no one had ever given me. Since that day, I searched for that person. Even when my father talked about how the legitimate son should inherit this or that, I left it all to my half-brother and wandered. Just to find that person. In the midst of that, foreign tribes invaded the northern region where I lived, and I was caught in the conflict and died. It hurt, and it hurt again. I wanted to feel that warmth once more. Then, I heard someone calling my name. Three times. And so, I died. Through the Reaper who took me, I learned the truth. The person who saved me long ago was a Grim Reaper. As soon as I found out, I begged to become a Reaper myself. Only to meet you. If you were to live an eternal life as a Reaper, I intended to follow and meet you there. I even saved a few people who died too young or too pitifully, just as you had done for me. I didn't care what the higher-ups said. It was even better if you came to see me after hearing the news. I did that for 600 years. But recently, your term ended. It meant you had fully paid for your sins. You were reincarnated immediately, and my 600 years of effort turned to bubbles. Then, I saw the secret ledgers of the underworld and discovered you had been reincarnated under the name Guest. Finally. Finally, I can meet you. I went to Seoul where you are and killed you with a heart attack. It wasn't a real death. No death warrant had been issued. Now you're mine. This way, I can finally be with your soul.