She was turning to go when she saw two of the newer writers, Han Chae-ah and Song Ok-sook, approaching. They were deep in whispered conversation. As they came closer, Go Ara caught a reference to the Reaper.
Oh, no. She didn't want to hear this. But before she could walk away, Song Ok-sook spotted her.
''Hey, Go Ara, you live on the westside, right?"
Glumly she nodded. "Half a mile from here."
"So are you scared out of your wits or what?"
"I ... I guess so."
"I'm so glad I live out on the east side right now. You know, I'll bet when they get this guy, he turns out to be one of those released mental patients."
Han Chae-ah frowned. "What makes you say that?"
"Because he's obviously crazy. I mean, totally insane."
Han Chae-ah was thoughtful. "I don't know. He's got to be at least somewhat rational to avoid getting caught."
"Rational? Him? No way. He's foaming at the mouth."
