章 215: World of the Dead (7)

*Present*

Minho followed the girl towards the kitchen. She was on the lookout for any possible spirits which may pass by but the route was empty so far.

"How long have you been here?" Minho asked. He was not really curious about the girl but the silence was bothering him. It was hard to stay in a place which had no sound and for the first time in his life, he was appreciating the noises he heard in his own world. The World of the Dead was a dreary and dreadful place. He would not even wish for his worst enemies to end up there. Perhaps the CCK but no one else.

"I don't know," the girl stated in her monotone. "We lose track of time here."

"Do you remember what sin you might have committed?" he asked. 

"I do," she replied but did not elaborate. Minho was confused by her behavior. She was the only spirit which had her senses even though she could not recall her name. Yet, she knew how she died.