“Right!” The old man said, “That year, your grandfather and I worked together many times, taking on some very incredible jobs. Anyway, your grandfather wasn’t a low-key person. That’s why he died so young. The only reason I could survive up till now is my humble way of living. Haiz! And yet, now I feel as if I would rather be dead than alive...”

I suddenly remembered one thing. Among the belongings my grandpa had left me, there was a photo album. In that album, a large portion of the photos inside included my grandpa and a young man. 

At that time, my grandpa was pretty young and enthusiastic. With how he presented himself and what he wore, he looked like a rich, youthful individual. 

The other person was even more well-dressed than my grandpa. In fact, after looking at this old man again, I felt that...