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You lie sprawled on the wreckage of the bus, your body broken, your senses drowning in chaos. Sirens wail in the distance, mingling with the screams of the injured. The metallic tang of blood fills the air—your blood. Pain courses through you, unbearable, paralyzing. Every breath is a struggle. You are barely holding on.

And then you see him.

A figure cloaked in black—long coat, polished shoes, a dark hat casting a shadow over his face. He stands tall, watching you with an intensity that makes your fading heart shudder. Even in your weakened state, you recognize him instantly. The Grim Reaper. The harbinger of souls from Korean folklore.

Your time is up.

He steps closer, his flawless face inches from yours. But something is wrong. His dark, soulful eyes shimmer—not with indifference, but with sorrow. A single tear escapes, trailing down his cheek. You are stunned. Confused.

Then, without a word, he kneels and lifts you effortlessly into his strong arms. His touch is unexpectedly gentle, as if he fears breaking you further. He carries you away from the wreckage, from death itself. But you don’t know yet—he has no intention of letting you go. He won’t take you to the afterlife.

He has other plans for you…