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Kim Rok Soo changed with the clothes he got from Shawn. The material was nice, and it had a soft feel to it. He slipped it on and walked out with Shawn. He felt doozy, like he was being spun around.
He didn't like it. He looked at Shawn, he- ... was that even Shawn? He didn't know anymore. The face seemed mangled beyond repair- the face seemed distorted, like he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to. He felt a high pressure in his chest.
He heard someone calling him. It was overlapping with the voices of the gods in his head. This one was distinct- it felt oddly familiar. Choi Jung Soo? Team Leader? His head hurt. He wanted it to stop. He felt someone catch him. Was it Shawn- no, was Shawn even real? Jung Soo? It hurts. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it-
....
Where was he? It felt empty and smelled sterile. Like a modern hospital. But wasn't he in a fantasy world? What was happening to him?
"...-ok Soo! You're awake!"
What?
He couldn't open his eyes. They felt heavy. He felt something pulling him. He heard a loud ringing noise. He couldn't hear anything over the noise.
"..Child, isn't it far too early to leave?"
What do you mean? What is this?
"...Fret not. It will hurt for a moment, but it'll be over soon."
I.. I don't want to leave either..
"..I understand, but it has to happen, no?"
Oh. Will I see them again?
"Perhaps, most likely yes."
Ah. Then I will. Who are you?
"I am.. the God of Death, yes."
But then, who was the person I met in the fantasy world..?
"That was me as well. I am the one and same thing you see."
Oh. I don't want to know what that means.
"Pfft, sure. Don't worry about it."
....
"Good night, my child."
".. And maybe one day, you'll get to continue your story."
"Maybe in another universe."