At the upper floors of Daydream Inc.’s headquarters.

Knock, knock, knock.

I carefully rapped on the luxurious door with the back of my hand.

The door slid open smoothly, as if by some unseen mechanism.

“You’ve arrived.”

Inside sat the director, an executive with dark blue hair that defied any clear estimation of age.

Director Cheong Dallae.

“You didn’t waste time dragging it out, nor were you swayed by trickery. A wise choice. Those who can make such decisions always live longer.”

Her praise had an edge as sharp as a knife.

“You flatter me,” I replied.

In the end, …