Kim Hyeong-Jun had eight people who were close to him, including his wife, son, and Park Gi-Cheol.

All of them took turns holding my hand and expressing their gratitude.

They all bowed to me, thanking me for protecting Shelter Silence, for taking care of Hyeong-Jun, and thanking me in advance for what I would do in the future. I returned their bows, feeling embarrassed and awkward.

While I was exchanging greetings, Kim Hyeong-Jun was holding his son in his arms, a vibrant smile on his face. Looking at him, I couldn’t help but recall a memory of mine, from the time I was still alive.

It was a memory of a time I was smoking with my office manager.

- Oh, so I heard through the grapevine that you became a father.

- Did you also hear the news?

- Hyeon-Deok, you were quite the guy before you got married, but now you’re done for good!

- Haha…

- Did you say it was a daughter?

- Yes, that’s right, sir.

- You’ve got quite a future ahead of you, don’t you?

My office manager slightly smiled and patted my shoulder. As it was awkward for me to smoke with my office manager, I kept on nodding with my back hunched down.

Not caring if I was comfortable or not, my office manager looked up at the blue sky and continued.

- Have you ever heard of the saying that a person is strong because they have nothing to lose?

- Yes, I have.

- That's why I'm not getting married. That way, I’ll have nothing to...