Serve Name-nim.
Serve Name-nim.
Serve Name-nim.
Serve Name-nim.
Serve Name-nim….
It echoed in my ears even though they were buried in flesh.
The words of a fanatic from the Happy Ending sect, one of Nameless Religion’s sects, shook the space and rattled the elevator….
…….
And then, suddenly.
The elevator I was riding in was in some other place.
Drip.
A dark space where I could hear water droplets falling.
A basement.
An unidentifiable, ominous atmosphere. Damp chill and clammy gloom, moldy wood, and….
A corpse.
It was Kim Heowoon’s body, split in two.
At some point it had already been neatly arranged and was now displayed in the dark basement, inside a coffin filled with dozens of dried chrysanthemums and sunflowers, and children’s folded paper cranes.
I became happy.
Blood dripped down over the chrysanthemums.
Do you want to become happy too?
The corpse in the coffin drew closer.
Fear, the scream of one being forgotten and erased, resignation, the only escape, the last happiness one human can grant another, painless death, the interruption of a narrative….
Do you want to be at peace too?
But….
Of course you would be afraid. The end of the story, the instinctive fear of death, ah, it would have been better not to know. If only it had been an ignorant death met without knowing, how peaceful the heart might have been.
But you came to know. A death chosen by oneself tarnishes the meaning of happiness.
And so, for you, there remains only one salvation….
Name-nim!
Flash.
The hatch in the basement ceiling opened. A bright and majestic light poured down from above it.
Name-nim knows every narrative and every story of yoursonly that being is the answer to…