Just a month ago, at this time of day, Kazi would be eating and laughing heartily with his friends. Not today. Maybe not again for a long time. Sun-young was gone. She officially left the team yesterday. William was in a coma and Marta was not in a state to be dining or doing much of anything. He wasn't totally alone, luckily. Sitting across from Kazi was his spectacled friend, David Tremblay. As always, the owner and waitress of the Nulgupjisin Grill House, Ming, brought out glasses of lemonade for them. Secret recipe, she said, winking. That left the two to talk amongst themselves. The smoke of barbeque chicken rose up from David's side.
"Jack the Ripper…I still can't believe he's alive. I mean, how does it make sense?" David asked. "He reincarnated during the 1940s Heavenly Games and lived through…what? Eighty years? What the hell was he doing that whole time? Living a normal life? I sincerely doubt that. There's no way he dropped his soul."
