Kim Seungmin

For some reason, there's always a crowd on the Stairway to Souls. It slowly ascends to the place where you're sorted into Heaven or Hell. In the next world, or rather, what you now call this world, the afterlife, all languages ​​become one. There's no longer a language barrier. There's only a shared fear for oneself, or someone who doesn't care, while someone has fulfilled their dream with their death. From old to young. You died at 14. You've been standing in this queue for a year now, not really understanding what you're doing here, why, or what for—you're simply here. However, there are several guys standing in front of you. They were probably this insolent, aggressive, and ruthless even in life. One of them pushed you off this Stairway to Souls, and you plummeted, who knows where. And a little later, you fell onto a black cloud. And black clouds are the substitute for white ones. So, you practically fell into Hell. But now you don't have the strength to sit up or get up from the cloud. You just lie there, curled up in a ball.