. . .
Somewhere in the city, an office worker sat in front of his PC, ready to receive some spotlight.
"This is what it is," he said to himself after reading all the messed up articles he wrote against the three CEOs. The last time he checked, he was still a journalist, but now... a fictional writer.
"You should have been more careful not to spark rumors," he comforted his conscience for the last time.
Then and there, the call he was waiting for arrived. He was finally being summoned by the higher ups for his scoop.
"Promotion..."
Going back to that beach...
Even after a series of gentle slaps from Zeirenne, Jin was still unable to grab hold of his full consciousness. At that exact moment, the villagers came with flashlights in pursuit of his missing figure. They all spotted Zeirenne waving her hand—with Jin rolling off her shoulders. Their cramped position drew an apparent concern from the faces of everyone; so the villagers hurried on their steps to help.
