"Hello, big sis," he said…
Hello… Those words. I had not heard them for such a long time—perhaps an eternity already. Yet there he was, standing before me. He looked like a demon, darker and colder than the Seong-hoon I remembered, yet the gentle, familiar idiocy still lingered in his voice, somewhere beneath the shadows.
"Seong-hoon? That's you… right?" I asked uncertainly. Am I still trapped in a dream? Or is he really here? Was this truly the person who always called me big sister, who never missed a chance to annoy me?
"You could say that…" A sorrowful whisper escaped his lips.
What is that sad expression on his face? Why is he looking at my chest?I glanced down, noticing something I hadn't seen before—or rather, something that was no longer there. At the center of my chest, exactly where a heart should have been, was a gaping hole, slowly bleeding out a dark, viscous black liquid.
