“What kind of half-baked nonsense…?”
The boatman, who had assumed living kids would be clumsy, was about to snap back.
“Tsk, tsk, serves you right. Getting played by living brats!”
Caw. A bird flapped down to perch on the stern. It looked like a mash-up of magpie and crow, half and half.
Startled, the boatman whipped off his hat.
“Ch-Chasa, sir! What brings you all the way out here!”
“Chasa?”
At Gyeon Geum-hee’s puzzled tilt of the head, Uiju whispered a tip.
“I think he means a grim reaper.”
“What? F*ck, what kind of place is this that a grim reaper shows up!”
“This is the afterworld…”
Uiju whispered again, but Geum-hee ignored her and tightened her hold around Kim Dante.
“Back off, now. Until we take my Unnie back, nobody’s dragging us anywhere!”
Ignoring her, the crow gave a greeting.
“Long time no see, young miss. I’m glad to see you’ve been doing well in the living world. You’ve even made friends.”
“No, they don’t exactly look like friends to me…”
The boatman’s mutter was ignored too.
Kim Dante stared at the crow, curious.
“Do you know me?”
“Who else would know if not the one who handles the underworld’s business? Anyway,…