The putrid garbage dump, where all the trash from the tens of thousands of visitors of the World Cup Park was sent, was filled with plastic garbage bags.0

“Fuck!” shouted a man in a ragged robe on a hill of trash. “Useless brat! He wasted the stigmata I granted him!”0

He stomped his foot and rubbed his hands like a fly. The man’s red eyes, compounded like a fly, shone as he gritted his teeth. His vision was shared with his Familiar through his thousands of eyes. His Familiar was near a park stream a fair distance from his location, staring at a dead child with his neck broken and another boy looking down at him coldly. It was Jeon Yeoing-Woong and Oh Kang-Hyun.0

“Huuu,” the man sighed, quelling his boiling rage and clenching his fists.0

‘Since when…?’0

He wondered when his perfect plan began to go awry.0

“Damm...0