Coldly falling snow.
On the pure white base that began to pile up layer by layer on the ground, I remember the youth who was holding a woman resembling the snow.
Blood scattered here and there, and the youth quietly exhaling over it.
It was a memory of the old man watching that.
[Child.]
The old man called the youth.
At that, the youth slowly raised his head.
The red hair swayed, revealing the youth’s eyes.
A deep, deep red color.
So red that it resembled the blood soaking the ground.
The old man had to feel an unknowingly eerie sensation looking at those eyes.
But, hiding such emotions, he spat out words.
[Isn’t this enough now….]
Words faintly mixed with desperation.
[Stop now….]
[…What….]
Cutting off the old man’s words, the youth asked.
[What exactly is enough….]
The youth spat out words while gripping the hand holding the woman.
[Nothing is enough.]
[Child.]
Whoosh-!
[…!]
The moment the old man was about to step forward.
Intense flames shot toward the old man.
However, the flames didn’t reach the old man.
Because someone grabbed the old man and pulled him back.
[Do you want to die? Get a grip.]
[…Hwangbo…