Han Tae-seok
What is hope?
I don't know much because my education is lacking, but
I thought I might know when I thought about the face of the person who would receive the flowers.
…Even though the doctor said this week is critical.
I hoped they would smile, even a little.
Oh, dear. Honey.
Have you eaten?
What did the doctor say?
Oh my, you came straight here after work again.
Without even washing up.
Look at these clothes.
Are these clothes or rags?
Ah, this is all the smell of money.
Take a look.
Ah, dear. I'm dying.
I don't know if it's a freesia or a fressia, but I picked it up.
Jae-seo's mom, this is something she likes, right?
You're embarrassed, aren't you?
You can't say you bought it.
It's so expensive.
Why did you buy something like this?
I told you I picked it up.
You, just look at the flowers.
Has anyone visited?
Who would visit?
The kid went to school.
Ah, now that I think about it…
Today, Jae-seo appeared in my dream and looked at me like this.
…Really?
That rascal must have missed his mom.
So.
Who are you?
That's strange…
You can see me?
Hantae-seok. Born on Month XX, Year 19XX…
Ah, you have a spiritual gift.
Is that why, even as a police officer…
No, fuck.
So who are you?
…I'm an idiot for asking.
Because you were so dark and called my name,
the old lady in the next room died that day.
You…
A grim reaper. Something like that?
…Sigh.
Tonight at midnight. This is the lifespan of your wife, recorded in the ledger.
It is an absolute death that cannot be prolonged by any modern medicine…
If there is a way to save her.
Would you like to hear it?
Yes. I thought that would be enough.
I believed so.
