I almost stumbled.
Instinctively, I froze and looked again toward the top of the stairs at Morning Station, but nothing changed.
‘Ho Yuwon.’
An agent of Segwang Special City, truly wearing Baekilmong’s director’s face, was standing there in that decayed subway space.
Juror Number One, whom I had seen in the Scales Tribunal.
-The defendant is an empty shell. The real one is inside there.
-He handed off his twisted desires, twisted thoughts, extreme emotions, and every abnormal judgment to other personalities separated and isolated within himself.
The juror who had pressed me.
And so….
-We have verified the validity of the candidate’s testimony.
-We acknowledge the defendant as a complete singular state that may be weighed upon the Scale of Evil.
In the end, the one with Ho Yuwon’s face who had guided me so I could return to being human.
Even though I thought it was probably not an appropriate form of address, I eventually opened my mouth….
“…Agent?”
Juror Number One looked at me, smiled gently, and vanished into the shadows deeper inside the waiting room.
“……!”
Instinctively, I followed him up into the waiting room.
But the old waiting room was dark and empty.
[No need for any separate poltergeist phenomenon here!]
I swallowed.
[Two roads lie before Mr. Roe Deer’s eyes. ‘To chase, or not to chase, that is the question!’]
‘…I have to go.’
[Oh!]
I placed my foot on the stairs.
‘If I want to bring this city’s Ghost Story to an end, then in the end I need to know what kind of Ghost Story this actually is.’
What exact Ghost…