"How does it sound? It shouldn’t cause you any harm," Ham Seokjeong said, her empty smile lingering.

Uijae stared at that hollow smile for a moment. He could tell her everything now. Despite his fragmented memories, the last moments of his aunt were still clear. It would be difficult to recount, but they had been like family.

But there was a strange instinct within him. If he told her everything about his aunt now, Director Ham Seokjeong…

Uijae glanced up at her dry face. Even the last trace of life in her had faded, leaving her like a wax figure—intricately made but lifeless.

‘Someday, I’ll tell her… but not now.’

Uijae deliberately hunched his shoulders and lowered his head.

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"……."

"I’m sorry, but I don’t remember everything that happened inside the rift. I think I’ll need some time."

Ham Seokjeong frowned slightly. A small emotion flickered across her otherwise hollow expression. She asked with concern, 

"Is there a problem with your memory?"

"Yes… a little. To be honest, I’m not even sure how I made it out of the rift."

"Your body’s okay, though? Shouldn’t you get examined?"

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