To Sodamchon

‘Now that things have turned out this way, how about we become friends?’

A dream.

Yes. This was a dream.

Yeo Un-hwi was dreaming.

However, it was a dream made from someone else’s memories, not his own.

And within that dream, two men were talking.

‘Go along with that group of fanatics who follow you. I prefer peace and quiet.’

‘Good heavens, calling them fanatics? They merely happen to like and worship me a great deal.’

‘That is precisely what is strange.’

‘Is that so? Hahaha! But if that is what they wish to do, what can I say?’...