บท 122: We divided him among us

Choi Minho appears on the roof where he had seen her in the vision once. 

She's not here.

The sun is at its peak. The cool wind is blowing. Everything is here from his vision. But Wakana's soul is not here.

"Why?" He kicks the wall, frustrated. It cracks under the impact. "Why do you get hurt, Wakana?"

He shouldn't have trusted her and let her go alone. He should have followed her like a shadow. Dying in such a manner must have been painful. She was alone when she was dying. 

"Immortal Uncle, you are here again."

Choi Minho turns his head toward the child-ghost. It's been a while since he has visited this ghost. The child doesn't seem like he's doing good. The boy's eyes are turning inhuman -- wild red with freckles of gold. His cheeks are too pale, losing all the colours of his human life. 

"You are turning into an evil spirit." Choi Minho comments, "Where are the reapers?"