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The most bizarre occurrence befell
the executives of Bonten.
One of their elite colleagues
experienced sudden loss of
memory. None of her memories
remained intact , thus resulting with
her forgetting ev...
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"Damn, what's this place? Afterlife?"
I walked down the endless void aimlessly, not knowing where this would lead me to.
Guess this really was the path to hell. Pitch black darkness and cold. I didn't make it , huh? Not that I mind... I was already relieved to die knowing that (Y/n) would live a good life.
I kept walking until I saw a figure amidst the darkness. Was that the devil waiting for my arrival?
Wait, no... Devil ain't short like that. Did devil even have blonde hair? Not to mention, wearing glasses-
"Tetta?" That name suddenly rolled off my tongue. My guess was right. The boy before me was the very person I always missed.
So much.
"Where do you think you are going?" Tetta asked, wearing the same grumpy face as usual. I rubbed the back of my neck, looking around thoughtlessly. "No idea. Maybe going to hell. We can get roasted like marshmallow together."
"...it's not your time yet..." Tetta told me which caused me to tilt my head in confusion. "I was shot in heart, Tetta. There is no way I survive that wound." I clarified.
"Plus, I'm in this freakish void already. Meaning I'm on my way to afterlife." A chuckle escaped my mouth.
"...." Tetta fell into silence, staring at me emotionlessly. "Go back to (Y/n), you beanpole. She is waiting for you."
"..what?" I was bewildered by his words. "How can I go back? I'm dead-"
"Go through that door where you came from. And you aren't dead." Tetta explained in annoyance. Maybe I ticked him off with all my questions.
