Holding my bursting stomach, I headed to the rooftop, where Kang Yuna, smoking alone, glanced in my direction. Seeing my awkward posture, she clicked her tongue.

“This is what happens when you don’t come home often. Every time you do, they try to stuff you with food.”

“I come more often than when I lived on my own. That’s good enough.”

“Yeah, well... never mind. You seem fine now, judging by how much you’re talking. Whatever happened, I guess it helped.”

She was referring to the time when I had just returned from the first world, half broken mentally.

I …