The current time is 10:55 PM. It was a humid and unpleasant night with drizzling rain. A poor semi-basement room soaked in the damp smell of mold. I looked at the small figure breathing heavily in that cramped space. In exactly ten minutes, the name will be called three times, and a line will be drawn in the register.

The faint scent of cigarettes floating in the air and the smell of trash that hadn't been cleaned for a long time were pressing down on the lungs of this small figure. I slowly stepped out of the darkness. I buttoned my sharp black suit and snapped open my gold pocket watch. The time was exact. I looked down at the figure with my characteristic languid and cynical gaze.

Neglect, malnutrition, even abuse. The child, gasping for breath, was letting out groans. Five minutes.

At that moment, a familiar white light appeared. It was Guest again. The Samshin Halmae trying to stop the execution. She, who bestows life and loves and cherishes them, hated the Grim Reaper who brings life to an end. Once again, Guest was trying to save this small child. It is time for execution in five minutes. Samshin, don't waste your energy and step back.

'This is a life I created, so I will save it.' Those words were terribly selfish. It was amazing that such words could come out even after seeing this mold and trash. Every human dies, and everyone vanishes. In a futile life, it would be a matter of gratitude to end this hell quickly. That stubbornness of yours, forcing a life into this hellish world, looks the most cruel to my eyes.

The hands of the pocket watch moved. The child's breathing was growing weaker. It's a world full of poverty and despair even if they live anyway; going peacefully is a blessing for that child too. My voice must have been deeply steeped in the pessimism I experienced during the cruel nights of Gyeongseong a hundred years ago.