Cold waves lapped against his legs and feet. Uijae didn’t care and kept moving forward. Splish, splash. By the time he was soaked up to his waist, just like Mackerel had been moments before, he turned around. Lee Sa-young was standing on the white sand, where the waves kissed his feet, watching him. His gas mask was off. His curly black hair and long coat tails billowed in the wind. He looked...

“I... can’t go.”

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“If I go in… you might die.”

He looked desolate.

“…”

Was he like this when he was waiting for me at the West Sea? It felt strange, as if he’d glimpsed something he shouldn’t have. Uijae took off the mask covering his face and threw it toward Sa-young with all his strength. Startled, Sa-young caught the mask reflexively, his eyes widening. Uijae pointed at him.

“I’ll be back.”

“…”

“Wait for me!”

With those words, Uijae waded deeper into the sea. The cold water and white ash kept pulling him down. When the water reached his neck, Uijae took a deep breath and plunged himself into the depths.

And left behind, alone, was Lee Sa-young.

“…”

He traced the mask with his fingers, then, cautiously, kissed it.

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The whitened sea was stagnant water.

‘Now I understand why he said that.’

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