We ran on without stopping. The man wearing the Kumamon t-shirt kept screaming at us from behind to stop. 

Of course, we didn’t. We had verified that the man behind us wasn’t the mysterious man we knew. No matter what, what stood out most about him were his taciturnity and powerful tricks. 

If he wanted to stop us, he would have a hundred ways to do that. He would never just scream and caw like a crow. 

I didn’t know how long we had run until we couldn’t hear the voice calling after us anymore. And then, suddenly the old man wearing the military coat with his kerosene lamp was standing in our way. 

He looked indignant. With bloodshot eyes, he asked me, “Why didn’t you bring me the quilt?” 

I rolled my eyes, didn’t mind him and just kept running forward. 

The man blocked our path one more time. I passed by him, saying coldly, “Our savior came! I don’t care what creature you are,...