The Returner

“Let's get rid of it.”

What sucks at work is something that workers all over the world have in common. The lesser is the lesser, the higher is the higher.

So I want to get rid of my job. Who's next? People think that a few times a day, but they think about their children like rabbits and their wives like animals.

“I'm quitting. ”

But it was too bad to think that and endure it.

His company is spreading, but his insides are rotten. Although it was a national government official and a dream workplace with high salaries, it actually seemed like a crazy year's work week, the job robbery kept hell aflame, and the stress from human relationships was so much that psychiatrists were encouraged to move jobs if they wanted to live in a sane state.

Just for today.

I was supposed to be off at 5: 00 in the morning, but I didn't get off till 11: 00?

Yeah, I get it. I understand, this is it.

Maybe if you're busy.

But before that, the person who had not been home for two days had come home at 5 in the morning and asked to come to work until 11 in the same way as if he had been generous.

“I must resign today. ”

Choi Jung-hoon put his hand in his pocket and touched the resignation form. I've had this resignation in my arms for over a year.

Only a week ago, I changed the envelope of my rejected resignation because I couldn't ask for it.

For today, I'm gonna throw this resignation in the face of that damn team leader.

Everyone else went to work and walked to work alone. It felt very dirty and good.

How can there be no one on this wide road?

I have to.

Everyone who has a job would have gone to work, all the students would have gone to school, and the remaining people would have to send their children to school and spend some time shopping for housewives or white people....

At that moment, one person was caught in Choi Jung-hoon's gaze.

A man with a scruffy cloak around his body stretches out his hand and stutters on the floor without knowing where he got it.

‘Oh, there's the homeless. ’

Even the homeless will be able to stand out at this time. But what the homeless man did was unusual. My stuttering fingertips twitched slightly, and then my whole body began to tremble noticeably less.

Seizures?

Choi Jung-hoon took out his cell phone.

If he's sick, we need to call an ambulance right now. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the medical knowledge to do first aid in this situation. 119 is supposed to be used for this.

At that moment, something strange moaning began to come out.

“Ah... ah... ”

“Hmm……. ”

Choi Jung-hoon looked at what the homeless do with his cell phone.

The voice is more like groaning, but the voice itself is quite young. I can't help but have a seizure when I'm younger, but I think I'd better take a look at the situation a little more.

‘You're not homeless. ’

Even that cloak smells like something handmade. I won't sell a cloak like that anywhere.If I wanted to wear it, I'd have to make it myself.

He's young.

The fashion sense was insane.

And that fashion is handmade no matter how much I look at it.

I don't think he's sick.

Given all that, I have a rough idea of who the monster is.

Cosplayers.

It is a very good course among courses. A human being who does cosplay for his own satisfaction, not for others to see.

Perhaps you're confronting your own infernal magic.

Over the years that the world has gone to hell, there have been a lot of crazy people playing with this kind of setup. Talents are things that you want to have, but you don't have the ability to be, even in your own configuration.

Ahhhh... What do you think you're going to say, Asmodeus? Or Astarot?

It is not common or appropriate, such as Diablo or Belzebub.

You've set up your own personal worldview.

But his predictions slipped clean.

“Ah... ah! Asphalt!!"

The villain strokes the floor, and now he rubs his male face against the floor and starts rubbing.

“The asphalt! The asphalt! It's hard! It's hard! Hahahaha!”

Choi Jung-hoon gladly smiled at the luminous nerd.

Unfortunately, I think he's wrong.

I opened my phone and pressed the emergency call button.

“Hello? 119? There's a guy in the middle of the street who doesn't look good. You seem to have some mental problems. Please come quickly and do something about it. You want me to call the police? No, I'm not guilty of anything, but I think he's a gimp or a lunatic. The police? Isn't this a no-go? Yes or no? ”

Whether Choi Jeong-hoon called or not, the gangster rolled the floor, glancing his head up and down. At that moment, Choi Jung-hoon realized how dangerous his situation was.

A madman is searching for something to target, and there are only himself and that madman on this wide, narrow road.

“Oh, I'm in a bit of danger right now. Please contact the police first. And I need you to come with me. I don't think I'm gonna be okay. ”

But fortunately, Choi Jung-hoon didn't appear to be in the unsub's eyes. The place where the gecko's gaze was fixed was a square metal box, the woven edge of modern texture set against a wall on one side of the road.

“Come on, vending machine! ”

The unsub reaches up to the cramped gear vending machine, and reaches out like a gollum looking at an absolute ring and strokes the beverages on display beyond the vending glass.

“Come on, vending machine! Coke, cider! Vending machine!”

At this point, it's severe.If you stir up trouble before 119 comes....

At that time, the goblin's eyes turned and fixed on Choi Jung-hoon.

Twitch.

Choi Jung-hoon shrugged without even knowing it. The eyes of the geek staring at you with bloodshot feet twitching. It was like an animal. He's seen a lot of half-crazy people in his job. Among them were murderers, and more humans than murderers.

However, the sight of the monster in front of me was not the same dimension. I don't know what the difference is, but something about the violent waves of emotion that are young made me shiver.

The face revealed under the hood was now about twenty years old. However, the eyes that did not fit at all with Atd's face made him unable to predict his age.

The creature glances up and down at Choi Jung-hoon and slowly approaches.

It was like a beast pushing its prey into a corner and blocking the path of retreat.

Gulp.

Choi Jung-hoon swallowed the saliva without even knowing it.

I hear a distressing voice calling out to him over the phone, but my mouth does not drop.

It gets messy in my head.

I need to come up with a solution, but I can't think straight.

Suddenly, a strange man approaches right in front of him, smiling with white teeth.

“Mister.”

“ ……. ”

“Mister!”

“Hmmm, huh? ”

A brief silence.

A slightly hesitant voice leaks from his mouth. Never fast and relaxed, my voice stuck firmly to Choi Jung-hoon's ears.

“Can you lend me ₩ 1,300 so I can buy Coke? ”

“ ……. ”

“Yes?”

Choi Jung-hoon hung up on me.

Cheers!

The sound of picking cola cans is always fresh.

Choi Jung-hoon lightly drank a sip of Coke and looked at the one who was sipping the Coke next to him.

This freak, who doesn't know where he came from, robs himself of the money, sticks it in the vending machine and pulls out a Coke.

After pulling out three cans in a row to make sure he wasn't satisfied with a single can, he now looks like a cat with his back cut and full, leaning against his back on the vending machine, grunting, and beating.

‘My money's like blood. ’

It's less than KRW 5,000, but it's a shame. I would have been less disappointed if I had helped a neighbor. The man I see now is more of an unhappy neighbor than a neighbor.

‘The one who looks fine.... ’

If I open it quietly, it looks good. Not to be called handsome, but not to be pursued. The slightly raised eyes make a person look fierce and mean, but given that, it's a decent-looking face.

Why would he do that?

“Why are you dressed like that? ”

“I don't wear it because I like it. ”

“Are you a new bully or something? Punishment game? Do you get Coke from a passerby in this outfit? ”

“It's not like that, it just happened. ”

I was blatantly irritated by the strange man's face. Now that I have my back cut and I'm full, I keep telling you not to talk to me. You don't even know this grace.

“People curse. You have to wear the right clothes. ”

“Yes, I do. ”

Choe Jeong-hoon is calm. I was worried about you, but this lunatic is still picking on you, saying, "If you give me something, I'll be on my way. What's there to eat?" ’I was surprised to convey the sentence with my face and eyes only.

“What are you doing at this hour? Aren't you going to school? ”

“Aren't you going to work? ”

When an adult asks you a question, you have to answer it first. You can't expect him to grow up asking questions again.

“I'm on my way. ”

“Then you'd better get going. Looks like it's too late to see nobody on the road. But it's weird. How can there be no one on this wide road? ”

“Time... ”

Choi Jeong-hoon shut up instead of talking.

And yet, no matter how hard you try, there's not too many people. And I hung up on 119 a while ago, so why isn't the ambulance coming?

“Huh?"

I had a bad feeling.

Choi Jeong-hoon looked both ways for a moment. If he's right, it was the worst.

Choi Jung-hoon's gaze stopped in one place.

At the end of the road, you see a faint figure in the distance. And the figure was growing rapidly. To be precise, the shape itself was approaching them at a fierce speed that seemed to be growing.

“We're screwed.”

Choi Jung-hoon understood the situation he was in. I also understood that there was no way out of this place. The worst-case scenario was timed to the worst.

‘I would have resigned yesterday. ’

This is how you die in the end.

Choi Jung-hoon sighed deeply and looked at the young man in front of him with compassionate eyes.

Then why is he here? ’