Jung Hwa inclined the potion to the lamp, "Whose suicide?" He asked directly. The way the fortuneteller had spoken sounded so much like a mercy death to Seoyeon who was also waiting for the woman's reply.
"Mine and the vessel of a catalyst," the fortuneteller answered as the whispers beside her went silent as if to ruminate on the memory that briefly passed by her mind, "You see not all death is great. Most deaths include pain and misery which might come from psychical pain or mental. I used it to those who needed to depart with this potion; so they won't have to suffer agonizing pain and could pass by the world in a less painful way."
"And have you used it before?" Jung Hwa pried, while Seoyeon was also curious she wasn't brave enough to probe a question but Jung Hwa had done it in her stead in a seamless manner.
"Four times, that's how much I have used it," and the woman closed the book that she was reading, "Have you found the potion yet?"
