I Don’t Want This Reincarnation

Clack, the sound of the keyboard echoed through the darkroom.

Hyde moved his fingers incessantly as he was hit head-on by the blue light from the monitor. On the five monitors, the screen continuously flickered, various images appeared and disappeared.

Squeak.

The door across from Hydes room opened and a man in only training pants came out with a towel over his head. Kim Woo-jin lowered the towel as he closed the bathroom door that leaked out of steam.

“Are you okay?”

Hyde, who was looking at the screen, opened his mouth as he turned his chair around. Kim Woo-jin blinked as he brushed his wet, dripping hair.

“……”

“Would you like to eat something?”

He asked again to Kim Woo-jin, who had no answer, but he shook his head with an expressionless face. Hyde let out a suffocating breath.

“You are much skinnier than the last time we met. Do you even eat properly? Your complexion now is totally…”

“Enough.”

Kim Woo-jin, who roughly threw the towel he was holding, cut off Hydes words and sat down on a nearby chair.

“Tell me more about what you said on the phone.”

“Kim Woo-jin.”

“That, China… was it China? Right? Are you sure?”

Kim Woo-jin, who had rubbed his red bloodshot eyes roughly with his hand, stuttered and asked.

Hyde, who had been staring at Kim Woo-jin, who looked unstable for a while, bowed his head and answered with a tired voice.

“Right.”

“Where in China?”

“A small market street in the city of Nanjing. I saw a man who looked like Han Yi-gyeol.”

“Is this reliable information?”

“Well. I dont know either. He looks like Han Yi-gyeol, but with dark hair and black eyes. It said he was wearing glasses and was holding a small child.”

“Glasses… a small child…”

“We have to consider the possibility of them using a changing item.”

“Give me the coordinates. I have to pass it on.”

“To whom?”

“……”

“Master Requiem?”

“No.”

At Hydes words, Kim Woo-jin remembered the day he visited the representative office.

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