As I settle into my private quarters back at the shelter, I carefully lay out the documents that Chairman Hwang entrusted to me. My hands tremble slightly as I open the folder, a sense of trepidation and anticipation coursing through my veins.
On the first page, I find what appears to be a personal letter or memo, addressed directly to me. I take a deep breath and begin to read, my heart pounding in my chest.
"I don't have much time," the letter begins, the words seeming to leap off the page with a sense of urgency. "I've always suspected... I think my suspicion is becoming the truth."
I feel a flicker of recognition at those words, a sense of kinship with the enigmatic Chairman. Like me, it seems, he has been grappling with the strange, inexplicable phenomenon of reincarnation.
