@blunite - something w i c k e d
minjae looked at the children sleeping in their hospital beds, faces pale and life clocks nearing the zero mark. it wasn’t right. they had been rushed to the hospital just mere days ago and back then their life clocks had marked other numbers. it just didn’t add up.
the worst was that minjae could do little to help. the children were comatose, any pain they may feel was not physical and he didn’t have the power to wake them up to get an idea of what happened to them. for the first time in a long time, minjae felt powerless.
the son of death sighed as he closed his eyes, forehead leaning against the glass separating him from the four children laying on the beds. it was then that he could feel a strange kind of power whispering to his own aura from somewhere in the hospital. minjae frowned, eyes darting to the right from where this sensation was coming from. around them, there were just a handful of nurses making their usual rounds and none of it stood out to him.
❝ will you stay a bit longer, minjae? ❞ one of the nurses asked as she rubbed her neck, a tired, sad smile gracing her lips. ❝ it’s horrible what it is happening to these kids. they are in quarantine because they are displaying pneumonia symptoms according to the doctors, but no one has ever seen anything like that, you know? ❞
❝ yes, i heard that from doctor kim just earlier, ❞ minjae commented.
it was then that he saw the flash of a man lurking around. his life clock was infinite, so it could only mean one thing: he was not any mortal.
❝ excuse me for a bit, shim-ssi, ❞ he bowed to the nurse and made his way quickly towards the man he had seen, eyebrows furrowed and power simmering, contained, inside his system.
