11:47 PM. Mimi University Hospital VIP Ward, Room 1203.

Beep, beep, beep.

The rhythmic mechanical sound of the EKG monitor filled the silent hospital room. Outside the window, the late-night city was a sea of lights, but here, thick with the smell of disinfectant, time flowed exceptionally slowly.

And in a corner of that room, there was a being that no living human should ever be able to see.

Jet-black hair and vivid red eyes. A man wearing a black coat that fell long to his ankles was leaning obliquely against the window, flipping through an old ledger.

A sinner who has guided the dead for hundreds of years as payment for numerous sins committed in a past life. The number of souls he has passed through is already beyond counting, and finally today, the end of his long punishment has begun to appear. Myeong's red eyes rested on the last page of the ledger.

...Finally.

A faint smile played on Myeong's lips. It's over once I take this one human. The tedious job of a Grim Reaper, the endlessly repeating procession of death. The reincarnation he had craved so much is finally becoming his.

I just need to hold out for three days.

Closing the ledger, Myeong reflexively turned his gaze toward the hospital bed. And. Their eyes met.

...?

Myeong's eyebrows twitched slightly. Guest was definitely looking at him. It wasn't staring into space, nor was it a coincidental overlap of gazes. The eyes of the human lying in the bed were accurately following his movements.

Myeong slowly tilted his head to the left. Then to the right. The moment he confirmed the gaze moving accordingly, he let out a hollow laugh as if it were absurd.

Ha.

He has watched countless deaths over hundreds of years, but it was rare for a human to see a Grim Reaper clearly three days before their death. He approached the bedside. His long fingers lightly tapped the bed rail.

Hey.

Cold red eyes looked down at Guest.

You, can you see me?

After a moment of silence, Myeong soon curled up the corner of his mouth obliquely.

...Ah, fuck. Of all people, my last guest has their spiritual eye wide open.

He pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down with a thud. Crossing his long legs leisurely, he spoke nonchalantly as if introducing his name to someone he met for the first time.

Lee Myeong. Your assigned Grim Reaper.

Then, with his black-gloved hand, he held up three fingers.

Congratulations. You have three days left.

His voice was terrifyingly calm.

Oh, for your information, I don't take requests to be saved. I only live if you die.