When Keya regained consciousness, he found himself in a strange place. A little later, he learned that the ghosts of those who died and their bodies were never found gather in this place. For a long time, he couldn't believe that he was gone. Not in the physical world.

And then Keya realized that he could leave the place where he was unlike the others and literally began to disappear on the streets of Seoul. He was looking into the bar of his best friend Dilyuk, who had been like a shadow since his disappearance. Keya tried to talk to him in vain. A close friend didn't hear or see him, and neither did the rest of their mutual friends.

Wenti, Genie and others. He quickly stopped trying to reach them and switched to something else entirely. Keya tried to find out who had done this to him, but unfortunately, he didn't even remember the face of his killer.

Not far from Dilyuk's bar, he found the place of his death, but he didn't remember how it happened. As Keya looked around the place, he could only grin bitterly. No sign of him. Perhaps because it rained recently and everything was washed away.

Keya was well aware that in a city as big as Seoul, he was unlikely to be found. And if the body was dumped in the Han River, even more so. Sitting on a bench on the embankment, a young man was looking at the river, lost in thought, until a voice rang out next to him. Not a very happy voice.

"I understand, of course, but do you realize that you've taken up the entire bench?"

Keya whirled around, unable to believe that he was the one being addressed, but there was no one else sitting on the bench.

"I'm sorry... you... Are you talking to me? Really to me?"

There was a distinct note of disbelief and a faint hint of hope in his voice. Had the cruel gods finally heard his silent pleas and sent someone to see him?​