"Follow me."

After saying just those words, he turned and began walking away.

“Huh? Wait, hold on!” 

Gaeul hurriedly scrambled to follow him, forgetting both her suspicions that he might be dangerous and the searing pain in her legs. She was just relieved to have found another person. Under the tattered black cloak, worn boots kicked up dust. His footprints left clear marks on the ash-covered ground.

Strangely, the more she followed his footprints, the farther away he seemed to get. Gasping for breath, the taste of sweetness lingered in her mouth. The cloak that had been fluttering just ahead …