Everything has a beginning. And Death is always a riddle. He touched his chest and his fingers came back with fresh shadows. No one was stronger than him. He was the first creation, after all.

Hyul didn't care who's fault it was— though he had cared about the 'i don't want to go yets' —and he certainly wasn't going to heed to their words. If this mess is someone's fault, he's only blaming them for ruining his shirt. Not for distorting his soul.

And maybe he didn't mind appearing in your living room without further notice either nor the fact he's sitting on your couch with his legs crossed alongside his arms. "Greetings." He greeted when you came back from work, a minute too late.