Time rewinds to [Last night].
Han Dong is alone in his dormitory.
On his final day, Han Dong did not do any further training or studying, and just needed to rest up… at the same time, he also needed to deal with one matter, something that had to be arranged ahead of time.
In the bathroom.
Just after taking a hot bath, Han Dong is standing in front of the bathroom cabinet, staring at his emaciated self in the mirror.
He takes a sharp razor.
Not for shaving, but for delicately nicking his finger.
But.
The blood did not flow down into the sink as he imagined.
Instead, it wove through the air, twining and entwining, forming blood threads.
Slowly weaving into a diminutive head that Han Dong was all too familiar with.
A Scarlet Count wearing a "Cone-shaped eye protector" (the head is about 1/6 of the normal size).
"Hahaha! You are crazier than me… you actually want to keep a fragment of my consciousness!"
The familiar cackling echoed in the bathroom.
