"May all the gods disown you. But I'm not." Jungkook looked at the girl with the same coldness, but he was true to his words. He once swore on blood and keeps the promise to this day. And he will keep this one too. Everyone renounced people like them. The Reapers. They were traitors in the eyes of other inhabitants of the world. For people too. Why? No one knew. These two are too. Even now they don't know. Jungkook looked at the sea and the rocks of the shore from the cliff. Then at the dark clouds. And at the dead body on the rocks of the shore. The water was already touching the cold feet of the dead. The wind ruffled the hair that was drenched in blood. This deceased was also disowned. But she won't have to endure it for all eternity like these two. Jungkook exhaled and closed his eyes. "People die here every week. Surprisingly, not every day."