“Her sibling?”

“Yes. It was something she mentioned in passing, so I’m not entirely sure…”

Min-jun scratched his head roughly as he replied.

“You know how it was back then. We didn’t have proper equipment, nor enough staff. And even the staff we had were mostly focused on the Awakeners. Anyway, her sibling was injured… and couldn’t receive proper treatment. They died, apparently because the Awakeners had to be prioritized.”

“……”

The sound of her voice, laughing bitterly, echoed in Uijae’s mind.

“You know, J… You were around back then, so you understand, right? Do you remember what happened to civilians when they were caught in the rift? How they lost limbs or were about to die?”

Min-jun sighed deeply, crossing his arms.

“I don’t have the power to tell if someone is lying, but… I believe that part was true. She said it lightly, but her expression…”@@novelbin@@

Uijae had thought it was just a casual explanation about Lee Sa-young’s background. He hadn’t considered that it could have been her own experience. It had seemed like a fabricated story—no, it was so common that he had predicted the ending as soon as he heard it.

It was a common story. People losing family members, relatives, or loved ones. But… Uijae clenched his fist tightly, feeling a chill run down his spine. A grim sense of foreboding rose within him. What happens when all these common stories come together?

When common people gather, they become the masses.

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