James Tower, standing tall on the outskirts of Songpa District in Seoul.

Inside that massive building, a peaceful scene was unfolding in one of the rooms.

The pink-haired girl, who had come to James Tower because of school-related matters, playfully poked the plump cheeks of the Blue Idol Reaper, murmuring to herself.

"Could something be going on? They had such a serious face..."

A little while ago, the alchemy master, who had come with the pink-haired girl, had a brief conversation with James, then left with a serious expression, heading somewhere.

That moment lingered in the pink-haired girl’s mind.

James had left her with the words, "I’ll be back soon, so wait for me," and then disappeared.

"It’s probably nothing to worry about, right?"

The pink-haired girl muttered as she gently patted the Blue Idol Reaper, who was upset from being poked too much.

Nom nom nom.

As she turned her gaze, the Golden Reaper was slowly eating a large cookie on the table.

Although James had vanished, the Golden Reaper, whom James had brought along, stayed by the pink-haired girl’s side, leisurely eating the snacks scattered around the room.

Next to them were the colorless and pink-colored Agwi that the alchemy master and the pink-haired girl herself had made, both slumped over.

Aside from the first time the Golden Reaper met the pink Agwi, they showed no particular interest in the Agwi.

When the Golden Reaper first saw the pink Agwi, they poked it curiously with their finger, their expression full of interest.

However, after being disappointed by the Agwi’s rock-like hard texture, they turned sulkily and began eating their snack.

Then, as the Golden Reaper continued munching on their snack, they seemed to find the cookie unexpectedly delicious, and began offering pieces to others around.

This is really delicious!

A soft cookie made with peanut butter as the base.

"Thank you."

The pink-haired girl accepted the small piece of cookie the Golden Reaper offered and gently patted the Golden Reaper’s head.

The Golden Reaper smiled happily at the pink-haired girl’s gratitude.

The Golden Reaper’s cookie sharing extended to the Blue Idol Reaper, and even the Agwi.

Then, as the Golden Reaper was offering the last of the cookies to the colorless Agwi, they suddenly looked shocked.

It’s soft!

The colorless Agwi, which had been rumored to be as hard as a rock!

The Golden Reaper’s eyes widened.

!?

With a curious gaze, the Golden Reaper stared at the colorless Agwi.

Are you a delicious Agwi too?

Can I taste it?

The Agwi nodded gently in response to the Golden Reaper’s unspoken request.

The Golden Reaper carefully climbed onto the colorless Agwi and, slowly, extended their tongue to lick it.

As expected, the sweet taste spread across their tongue, and a satisfied smile appeared on the Golden Reaper’s face.

Delicious Agwi!

A warm smile also bloomed on the pink-haired girl’s lips as she watched the scene.

A beach veiled in eerie blue mist, creating an ominous atmosphere.

In this unsettling scene stood a lone cabin.

Inside the cabin were a man in a long coat and a woman smiling faintly.

The man furrowed his brows, slowly shaking his head.

Still dizzy.

The man had already gone through several self-diagnoses to figure out the cause of his continuous headache and dizziness.

However, he couldn't be sure if the blue mist was causing his headache, or if it was something else entirely.

The man slowly massaged his brow as he looked down at the unconscious bodies on the floor.

"They’re not showing any signs of waking up. Do you know anything?"

There was a mix of worry and doubt in his voice.

He could understand why his younger sister and Cheong had lost consciousness, but it was strange that even the Purple Reaper and Crown Reaper hadn’t woken up.

The woman smiled at the man, reassuring him.

"Don’t worry too much. They’ll wake up soon."

Her voice was calm, but every time the man looked at her smile, he felt even more dizzy.

As if something was… corrupting his mind.

The man’s thoughts were a jumbled mess.

Is she some kind of object that causes mental contamination?

Is it okay to call her an object just because I have a headache?

Unable to come to a conclusion due to his headache, the man stood up slowly and left the cabin.

He gazed at the waves crashing onto the beach, deep in thought.

The sky was filled with twisted, snake-like clouds, and the waves seemed to carry deep darkness within.

The sight was unsettling, yet paradoxically, the vast and ominous landscape seemed to ease his anxious mind slightly.

After a while, the woman approached him and whispered.

"Would you like your sister to wake up?"

It wasn’t a question that required much of an answer, so the man simply stared silently at the sea.

The woman continued to gaze intently at his face before slowly returning to the cabin.

After some time, when the man returned to the cabin, he was surprised to find that his sister had woken up.

"Oh, oppa!"

His sister greeted him with a bright smile.

But the sight felt a little unnatural to the man.

Especially when he saw her talking to the suspicious woman in a friendly manner, it made him suspicious.

Something’s strange.

The man was confused.

Did my sister know her? That couldn’t be. I only met her after my sister disappeared.

At that moment, as if reading his thoughts, the woman suddenly spoke to his sister.

"When did we first meet?"

"I think it was when we were little? But I don’t really remember."

The man was even more confused by this answer.

"Was it?"

He muttered, but his voice lacked conviction.

In that moment, the woman’s gaze was sharp, almost mechanical.

Like the dull eyes of a shark, not human at all.

Yet strangely, the man soon forgot that image.

As if someone was tampering with his perception.

The doubt quickly faded away.

The atmosphere in the cabin grew warmer, but the blue mist outside seemed to thicken.

In the midst of that mist, the woman’s smile shone brightly.

A bizarre world full of organic matter resembling spider webs.

The blue-tinted spider webs, which looked like something between mold and corpses, were growing rapidly, and the Purple Reaper was swinging shadows to slash through them.

Beside the Purple Reaper, there was an orange moon that shone brightly like the sun, and beneath it, the Orange Crown Reaper, who continuously vomited blood-like firewood from its mouth, stood.

The Purple Reaper’s face was filled with extreme exhaustion, but their eyes still held a desperate determination.

The Orange Crown Reaper wiped away the usual lazy expression, gritting its teeth as it endured.

After all, the slowly growing spider webs were devouring the affectionate humans bit by bit.

And the more they were eaten, the more the affectionate humans became one with the webs.

No...

The sigh of will leaked out among the Mini Reapers.

The Mini Reapers lacked the power to remove the massive spider webs.

With regular strength, they couldn’t even cut through them. And even if they did, the webs would grow back instantly.

In this place, it was as if they were in the belly of a monster—unable to see the sky.

Mom… please come quickly...

The Mini Reapers waited for Mom.

In the center of the twisted island, the village of madness.

I slowly stepped into the village.

As soon as my foot landed in the village, the man’s voice cut through the mist and echoed.

After all that noise, does he have more to say?

"Like you see, every human here has gone mad."

Ignoring the man’s words, I continued to walk slowly toward the center of the village.

"Really tragic."

There was an open space in the center of the village.

"It seems humans need to adjust to face things properly."

As I approached the center, I was struck by a contradictory sensation—while the area seemed empty, it also felt like it was full of something.

The closer I got to the open space, the heavier my body felt, and moving became more and more difficult.

[But. You. Don’t. Seem. Like. That.]

And as I drew nearer to the center, the man’s words started to sound strange.

His voice became fragmented, and the scenery of the village began to warp.

The man still seemed to be standing at the village entrance, but it also felt like he was right beside me.

I became so heavy that I looked down at my hands, and an unexpected sight greeted me.

!

My gray hand was completely covered by a dense, blue spider web.

In an instant, my vision blurred, and two worlds began to overlap.

[Look. Properly.]

[Face. Together.]

[Together.]

[Always. Together.]

The vision twisted, and the two perspectives merged.

On one side was the madness-filled village surrounded by blue mist, and on the other was a world consumed by grotesque spider webs.

From the spider web world’s perspective, looking at the village’s open space, a massive eyeball was pulsating.

A giant eye staring directly at me.

Could it be…

Where the Pacific Ocean once was, there was only spider webs?

In that moment, the village’s scene vanished like foam.

Unlike the struggle to erase the spider web world, the blue mist world disappeared in an instant.

Finally, when I regained my senses and opened my eyes, I found myself in a world completely filled with spider webs.

The webs surrounding my body were slowly replacing me.

The sensation was so horrifying that I clutched onto the space around me and tried to send myself into the sky.

Crack.

With the sound of webs breaking, I burst through the ceiling.

'!!!'

But the sight I faced in the sky was even more horrifying.

Everywhere my vision reached, the horizon was covered in sticky organic matter.