A familiar name.
Something I already knew.
Something surged up from inside me again….
But I did not react.
“Employee?”
Because I knew it would not be wise to express this.
…….
‘Why?’
Suddenly, a strange sensation began inside my head.
It felt like hauling up an anchor thrown into the deep sea by force.
With my previous senses gone, my crushed brain and mind struggled to think the way they once had.
‘Jang Heowoon….’
He died.
The image of the corpse collapsed on the resort room floor.
But… no, then…… I pulled Jang Heowoon back out by reconstructing him in a contaminated state as a resort employee.
And I….
‘I handed over the Wish Ticket.’
If the Wish Ticket I gave Jang Heowoon had truly been delivered successfully, and if that was why he had lived.
If what I had seen was really him living again like a person.
‘…….’
My ruined head reached a conclusion.
That it was relief, I recognized only very slowly.
A direct emotion, felt again after far too long, was almost like a dull ache.
“Did hearing the names make you feel anything? Lee Jeongin, Park Yonghae……, Jang Heowoon.”
And I even managed to conclude, with difficulty, that telling the infamous researcher in front of me this would never be a wise choice.
“How about it?”
I stared at him in silence.
Kwak Jegang had been…