Wish Ticket.
The surest way for me to return home in this Ghost Story worldview, where strange bad endings kept erupting everywhere.
For this and this alone, I endured Baekilmong Co., Ltd. I even endured becoming a spy.
And now, right in front of me, Director Ho was lightly clapping his hands for me, now that I had at last fulfilled the conditions to receive the Wish Ticket.
As if applauding me.
Clap, clap, clap….
“I’m so happy myself that you’re really receiving the Wish Ticket.”
“……”
“But haven’t you ever thought about this?”
The clapping stopped.
“What if Director Ho never intended to give you the Wish Ticket in the first place?”
“……”
“If Mr. Soleum accomplished what was promised, I could simply change my words. Say I’d give it to you if you accomplished something else too. Keep using you cleverly as bait like that.”
Director Ho smiled broadly.
“Have you really never thought that?”
“I have.”
You’d be a fool not to.
How many times in society does someone do the work only for the payment to be delayed or withheld altogether?
And on the other hand, there are countless cases where someone takes an advance and then does not properly do the job either.
And in this situation, the Wish Ticket had been Director Ho’s unilateral promise.
And the promises of the strong can be broken at any time. There is no penalty for breaking them.
But….
“Even so, I know that you consider promises extremely important, Director.”
“……”
The prohibitions.
Director Ho was the kind of anomaly that bound others through ‘promises’ as a form.
Yes, if I thought…