Go Ara stared at him with brimming eyes. "His collection of heads. That's what he meant, isn't it?"
Kim Hyeok's own voice was hoarse when he answered, "I believe so."
She nodded weakly. "That's what I thought. Oh, well, I guess that part doesn't matter. I mean, who cares what happens once you're dead? Who cares what he does with you then? Except... I can't help but think about it. About him having part of me like that. And about... the body. I mean, what do they do at your funeral? Do they just bury you without....?"
Kim Hyeok did not reply.
"Anyway, that was when he started tightening the garrote. I could feel it digging in deeper and deeper. I'd forgotten all about the knife in my pocket, I'd forgotten everything. All I knew was that I was going to die. And... and I was so afraid "