“…….”
Association President Dan Haera smiled as she read the documents.
“To think Hunter Seo Gio appeared at that school.”
“…Indeed, Haera.”
Jeong Haewoon, whom she had summoned, asked,
“You are controlling the information, correct?”
“We are enforcing restrictions even within the Association. The story will not spread.”
“Haa. I don’t want to put it this way, but… this truly is fucking awful….”
He exhaled hollowly.
“Now we truly cannot deny it.”
“Could we ever deny it in the first place?”
Dan Haera closed the file.
“Hunter Seo Gio really is the old teacher we cannot remember.”
The time had come to acknowledge it in words.
“I do not know exactly what happened, and it is right that we do not know. But we possess brains of our own, so we cannot avoid considering the sequence in which events must have unfolded.”
“We had a fucking wonderful teacher. He died, and we used something—including our memories of him—to create Earth’s system. We forgot him, stumbled through our lives, and reached this point. And now that man has been resurrected as a painting that isn’t even human? How was that? I’m good at summaries, aren’t I?”
“Yes,…