Faced with a reality he didn’t want to confront, Uijae squeezed his eyes shut. First, they had to share a bed in the Memorial Dungeon, and now they were wearing matching pajamas? This was insane!

Fortunately, Sayoung had his eyes closed, sitting on the couch with his hand on his temple as if he were asleep. He hadn’t seen Uijae’s distress. Silently, Uijae tiptoed towards the living room.

The wallpaper, the layout of the house, and the furniture were all familiar, save for a few differences. This place was similar to what he had seen in the Memorial Dungeon, but it wasn’t the same.

The world he had seen through the Memorial Dungeon and the watch belonged to the first world. But this...

*It’s not the first world, is it?*

Had he arrived at the right place? Uijae pulled back the white curtain covering the living room window. His face twisted into a frown.

“...”

All he saw was darkness.

Normally, he should be able to see the street, but beyond the large window was complete blackness—just like the door outside the Memorial Dungeon.

*Are they telling me to figure it out myself?*

His reflection appeared in the glass. A disheveled Cha Uijae in loose silk pajamas, his black hair slightly messy. He reached up to touch his head, feeling awkward. Just then, in the reflection, a dark figure loomed behind him. The shadowy silhouette had glowing violet eyes.

Uijae whipped around, but all he saw was the peaceful living room and a sleeping Sayoung. He turned back to the glass. The shadow had shifted into Sayoung, his violet eyes narrowing.

Uijae squinted back at the reflection.@@novelbin@@

“You…”

*Ah, I didn’t expect you to choose this method… How creative.*

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