Did he realize something was wrong?

    Park Gun-il unknowingly put down the tableware he was holding.

    One day he put his hands firmly in front of him and said without hesitation.

    "You said you were eating spaghetti with your wife and daughter, right? It wasn''t a happy time. Park Gun Il had a belt in his hand. My wife and daughter were crying on the floor.”

    -What do you mean? It was a harmonious time. Let''s eat happy food together.

    Park Gun-il put his hands on his face and covered his eyes.

    However, no matter how much I lowered my head, I could only hear the calm voice of the day more clearly.

    The memory that remained faintly changed little by little.

    What I just remembered as "as I feel comfortable with" was finding reality.

    Park Gun-il looked up at the day through his fingers shaking his legs.

    With the same fierce eyes that you have in your memory.

    "There was a glass next to it. You were so drunk. I just didn''t like something that day."

    Don''t be ridiculous. My, I can''t do that. Why would I, why would I...….

    Park Gun-il, who was denying reality, knew it, too.

    A scene from a vague memory that lingered in my head.

    The memory, which was obviously a harmonious moment, was slowly changing every time the mouth of the day moved.

    The laughter disappeared from the faces of the family, and the person in it stood up.

    There was something in his hand, and his wife and daughter were in pain.

    Because of my confidence.

    Because of myself who was drunk again today.

    And soon the memories that had been erased began to slowly return.

    What you did after you were drunk.

    Everything about what kind of person you were and what you did in your life.

    And in the end, how he died.

    An emotional day threw up words.

    Park Gun-il, who sat down on his legs, opened his mouth looking into the air.

    "Do you remember now? What kind of person you were. Why do I have to suffer here now?"

    - When I died...…. I was in a nightlife bar. I turned the house upside down like that''s what happened. I went to a regular bar. While drinking liquor. Then. I got a text message.

    "You remember what the text was."

    Oh, with a lot of typos. I heard you''re in the hospital because your mom collapsed. By the way, I.

    "Tell me how you did it. What did you do when you got the text?"

    Just doing nothing. We kept drinking there. I''ve been drinking to think it''s nothing. My heart started to hurt like it was squeezing, and suddenly...….

    That was why Park Gun-il died.

    Ignoring the text his daughter sent, he escaped reality and drank strong alcohol like water.

    That''s how he died of a heart attack.

    No responsibility. Without carrying anything as a father.

    This isn''t it. This is ridiculous. I''m... I''m such a...….

    Crouching down in the corner of the restaurant, Park Gun-il clasped his head and murmured.

    The day was the last time I asked again.

    It was the most considerate thing he could do.

    "Then I''ll ask you again. Do you think you were a good person in your life?"

    That''s.

    There was a moment of silence.

    Time when all the other ghosts stopped breathing.

    Soon, Park Gun-il''s mouth went up small.Even in this situation, I couldn''t figure out what was so funny.

    Breaking the heavy air and silence, Park Geon-il jumped up and pointed his finger at Haru and shouted.

    -Well, she was all bad! I didn''t do anything wrong! I just want to live well somehow...…, what did I do wrong?

    "What?"

    Fired-!

    I heard something breaking up in my head of the day.

    The day moved without even noticing what he was doing.

    "How did you become a father? No, you can be such a consistent piece of trash until you die!"

    The feelings that I had endured as much as I could burst out.

    Park Gun-il''s actions and words, well beyond the scope of common sense, were enough to explode the day.

    It''s all because of you. You''re not supposed to be cooking, you''re supposed to tell an adult--!

    Oh, my. Haru!

    Park Gun-il, who was so excited, raised his fist.

    As expected, people''s habits don''t go anywhere, and they are trying to do what they used to do in their lives.

    He stretched out his fist as he struggled to move his fat body.

    Choi Han-seok, surprised, was about to stand in the way of the day.

    What, what?!

    Someone who appeared in the blink of an eye grabbed Park Gun-il''s fist.

    Park Gun-il''s fist was blocked in front of the day due to his push.

    Park Gun-il''s whole body is trembling.

    It was the grim reaper who stood in his way.

    "The Grim Reaper?"

    "Who are you going to hit? Did you think that the Lord of the Underworld could touch the tip of your hand with the fortune-teller?"

    You''re the Grim Reaper, aren''t you? Where in the world are you...…. Argh!

    Park Gun-il, who was talking gibberish in panic, soon screamed in pain.

    The grim reaper gave strength to his fist.

    Holding Park Gun-il''s fist with one hand, the grim reaper took out a long parchment from the inside pocket of the suit with the remaining hand.

    The verdict of the underworld that I brought with me every time I made the ghosts holy fire.

    After spreading the parchment in the air, he looked at Park Gun-il with frosty eyes and began to read the writings.

    "Park Gun-il, a sinner. In the name of the Underworld and the King of the Underworld, we judge sinners here."

    Don''t say such a thing as a judgment! Who do you think you are to...…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

    "The sinner''s sin was very serious, but the underworld gave him one chance. An opportunity to repent for one''s sins. And an opportunity to apologize for one''s. But the sinner kicked it to the last chance. Therefore, I make a ruling on evil deeds."

    Judgment for evil deeds...….

    I thought it would end with you coming out of the blue. This, by the way, is unthinkable.

    So far, all the rulings made by the grim reaper have been about the holy fire.

    It''s the same when you''s sake.

    He committed a great sin in his lifetime, but eventually repented, so that he could eventually turn around and eventually be holy.

    But it was not Park Gun-il.

    He kicked it to the last chance of his own volition.

    "For neglecting the weight of the household. A crime of hitting and hurting a child. For not counting your partner, for hitting him. The crime of exploiting the weak as an employee. And to threaten Haru, the lion of the Underworld. And for kicking the chance he gave me!"

    Therefore, the grim reaper was now ruling Park Gun-il as a sinner.

    One demon. Ghosts with no room for regeneration.

    That was the conclusion made to Park Gun-il.

    The verdict of the underworld is.

    "Bite all these sins. Park Gun-il, a sinner, will be put on pilgrimage to the next world."A pilgrimage to the next world? What are you talking about? What do you mean the underworld!

    Park Gun Il opens his eyes wide, spits and shouts.

    But the grim reaper only responded with a very properly angry cat laugh.

    "The Kings of the Underworld are looking forward to it. I heard it''s been a while since we had an S-class prisoner. You can look forward to it. For the next few thousand, thousands of years, you''ll be tortured beyond your imagination. Realize how fresh the underworld is."

    - He, he, he...…. No! This is ridiculous!

    "We''ll see if it makes sense or not. A glacier-filled hell, a footed hell to plow a field with your tongue. There are eight more hells besides this. It will be a very interesting experience."

    Did the grim reaper finally realize the reality?

    Park Gun-il, whose face turned white, began to glow wildly.

    However, the grim reaper dragged him to the door of heaven without blinking.

    Around the time the ghosts were holding their breath.

    She burst open the door, and out came another world.

    It was not a place where bright light erupted, guiding ghosts before.

    All you can see through the door is pitch darkness.

    There was not a bit of light, and from time to time only the painful screams of unknown people were heard.

    Help me! Help me! This isn''t it! Well, yes, Mr. Haru. I''ll make a wish like this. I''ll apologize like this! Please!

    "Why apologize to Haru?"

    I mean. Ah, no! Please!!

    Park Gun-il was captured by the grim reaper without saying anything like that.

    She threw Park Gun-il almost out the door, and he was swallowed up over the darkness where nothing could be seen.

    Boom--!

    As soon as his appearance disappeared, the grim reaper closed the door.

    The door, which had been a direct route to hell, quickly returned to the original restaurant entrance.

    * * *

    That''s how it works. Ghosts who have sinned a lot.

    - Well... - It''s obvious in a way. I didn''t know because all the ghosts we met were holy, but everyone knew that if a person who committed a crime dies, he or she will go to the next world.

    The nurse ghost, who was looking at the tightly closed door, held her daughter''s hand tightly.

    Choi Han-seok was right.

    If you commit a crime, you die and you get the punishment you deserve it.

    It was a fact that everyone could easily know if they were even interested in Buddhism.

    But this was the first time I actually saw it.

    The grim reaper, who always opened the door to heaven and politely guided ghosts, opened the door to hell.

    "A ghost who has sinned a lot."

    By the way, it''s a day. Don''t you think it''s a little awkward? I never imagined that Park Gun-il''s work would end like this. Of course, it''s not that I like the situation where one guest was taken to hell. But. You know what I mean, right?

    It''s a tragic thing. However, it is also regrettable.

    Choi Han-seok sighed quietly, saying so.

    Anyway, it''s all over now.

    But one day I didn''t think so.

    Things I''ve been through so far have been warning me.

    "I didn''t want to know. Chef Choi Hanseok. I know it''s out of the blue. I have that feeling. Like it''s not over yet."It''s a father-daughter affair.

    Even though the conclusion of the father who was already a ghost was made. What about your daughter?

    The most idealistic was the conclusion that Yumi would be scouted by oral fairy tales and achieve her dream.

    But

    Chirirring--!

    Without fail, the door opened again this morning.

    A small bell hanging on the door shook coolly and made a sound.

    "Chef Haru!"

    Mr. Yumi...

    I didn''t want you to come today.

    She just found a table heaven with a brighter expression than usual, saying she doesn''t know anything about what happened here.

    Just by looking at Yumi''s joyful face, I could see why she came here.

    "It''s stuck, isn''t it? A oral fairy tale.

    Then Yumi looked up as if she was proud of her thumb.

    "Rolled eggs are harder than I thought. Of course, I did it right!"