“You met Grandfather…?”

That was what Gu Heebi said to me in my quarters.

“Yes.”

“How…?”

“He came to see me.”

I replied indifferently to her astonished question. My ribs still ached faintly—maybe I should’ve hit myself a little softer.

“No, out of nowhere?”

“Yeah, out of nowhere.”

She kept pestering me with questions, unable to believe it, but my answers didn’t change.

“Sis, stop asking. I was just as shocked.”

How could I have known that that man—no, was he even human?—that person claiming to be my grandfather would show up?
Thanks to him, my ribs got cracked, …