"You know, about the Altar... Looking back now, isn't it a bit strange?" my uncle said.0

The day when the Voodoo Revival Church was destroyed, the Altar was recovered. When we went out to eat as a way of celebrating, Uncle revealed his suspicions about the disappearance of Altar. Uncle was wondering how Han Su-Yeop was able to steal the Altar while knowing the location of our underground chapel, where the Altar was placed, and when we happened not to be present at the underground chapel.0

"Perhaps there was an informant that leaked the information?" Ji-Ah asked. 0

My uncle shook his head.0

"Only Sun-Woo and I knew the location of the Altar. There couldn't have been an informant. Obviously, it couldn’t have been Sun-Woo, and it’s also quite a problem for me if the Altar goes missing, you see.”0

“Come to think of it, that does seem strange. Although we did just roughly leave it in the warehouse, there was no one besides me and Uncle who knew the location of the Altar." 0

"Hmm." 0

Uncle stopped grilling the meat midway and sighed. The sound of sizzling oil could be heard from the grill. Thick smoke billowed out. With tongs and scissors in hand, a strange sense of anxiety could be seen on my uncle's face as he stared blankly into the air. 0

"...Is it that bastard?" 0

"That bastard? How am I supposed to know who it is if you don’t say the name?" 0

"You know him too. Among the executives, there's a pretentious airhead that acts sophisticated. His name was Ha, Ha..." 0

Ha Pan-Seok. 0

At the time, my uncle was unable to recall his name. It was because Uncle only ever remembered the names of a few people that were important to him. Uncle was similar to me in that sense. Come to think of it, my mother had also been like that. Perhaps there was a gene that made people indifferent to other people’s names.1

Anyway, Ha Pan-Seok was now right in front of me. He was trying his hardest not to reveal any fear on his face. There was a wary expression...0