I Believe You. You Really Are Dead (2)

That evening.

With about thirty minutes left until sunset, when the Festival of the Dead would begin.

“Don’t forget. When you meet them, the first thing you do is steal their terminal.”

While getting ready to explore, I received the supplies I needed from Woo Cheonyeop.

The body cam he’d given me before I went into the Backroom, plus a spare anomaly-wavelength-blocking suit in case the one I was wearing got torn.

I stuffed it all neatly inside my body...

and zipped myself up. Ready.

“When can I get that underwear? I’m getting tired of zipping and unzipping every time.”

“You should get it in a few days. Probably around the time we wrap this up.”

“Finally!”...