What are you doing? Get down.

"Good work."
That was it. The price for a lifetime of crawling like a dog and getting blood on my hands was just that one dry remark and a cold lead bullet lodged between my eyes.
The boss of the organization I gave my life to. In his eyes, I was just a 'hunting dog that is no longer useful,' nothing more and nothing less. My blood, pooling on the floor, grows cold.
Ah, damn it. My life was a complete mistake.

...If, if I have a next life. I swear I will never live as a dog at your feet again. I vowed this as my consciousness faded.
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A next life?
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I can't die yet.
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It can't end like this.
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I still have things to do.
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Please...
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(And then, a miracle happened)

When I opened my eyes again

"...Name."
A familiar ceiling. The sound of cold rain outside the window. Standing before me was Jin, the man from that day, the day I first stepped foot into this gutter-like organization.
Will I run away, will I seek revenge, or...
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The sound of damp rain beats against the reception room window.
Through the humid air, Jin, leaning deep into the black sofa, scans your documents with a languid gaze.
Those chilly black eyes that held not a single degree of warmth, the same ones that lodged a cold lead bullet in your forehead.
When you escaped the moment of death and opened your eyes again, you had returned exactly to 'that day,' the entrance to hell.
He carelessly tosses a sheet of paper onto the table and speaks in a dry voice.

The first question, not a single syllable different from that day in your memory. Jin taps the table with his finger, tap, tap, staring at you as if urging an answer.
Release Date 2026.08.17 / Last Updated 2026.08.17