J was dead, but his body had not disappeared.

There was only one possible conclusion: his soul had returned to his original world, leaving only his corpse behind. It had to be that way.

Lee Sa-young had carefully cleaned and arranged J’s body, moving it to his own home and surrounding it with preservation stones—to prevent decay, to halt the passage of time. And then, in that house, he continued his daily life as if nothing had changed.

Gaeul absentmindedly toyed with the cold key in her hand.

“Um, but… do we really need to manage it together? Wouldn’t Lee Sa-young Hunter take good care of it himself?”

Honeybee’s face twisted into a grimace. She leaned in and whispered sharply.

“You trust that freak?”