There were some things humans couldn't change no matter how hard they tried. For instance, the passing of the day to welcome the advent of the night.

Kim Hak-Cheol could literally do nothing to stop the night's return to the world.

“Urgh, this moron...! Look how pale he is.” Noh Su-Bong quietly tutted. “Come on, you dumbass! I'm telling you, it was just a nightmare.”

“...You might be right, sir,” Kim Hak-Cheol powerlessly replied.

“I've heard some people accidentally hold their necks while having a bad dream. That happens when you experience a night terror. And yours must've been a pretty serious one, Hak-Cheol. That's what happened.”

“...Yes, sir.”

Noh Su-Bong patted Kim Hak-Cheol on the shoulder. “Besides, we have night watch all over the place, right? In that case, how could anyone drag you away without being noticed? Without waking you up, no less?”

“I... I think the same, sir…” Kim Hak-Cheol quietly muttered in agreement, even as his eyes staring at the setting sun were still dyed in the unmistakable hues of pure terror.

“Now, now. Remember, it'll be one week. And it's starting... now.”

Kim Hak-Cheol wouldn't be this scared if it weren't for those words. One week, said the shadow. In other words, he would show up six more times!

'N-no! Show up again? My a*s!'

Kim Hak-Cheol angrily chucked his half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray. That was just a dream. A nightmare, nothing more.

It had to be. After all, calling that situation 'reality' just didn't make any sense. How...