Seoul Object Story

A security office employee sat on a deserted emergency staircase that not many people used, waiting for someone.

He looked a little nervous, as if she were in the middle of some shady deal, but instead of anything illicit, she was holding a ‘Gray Reaper Pudding’ in her hand.

Glancing around, the employee’s face lit up with a bright smile. She had spotted something—a blue hat poking out from behind the railing pillar of the stairs leading to the next floor.

Despite the awkwardness of the moment, the employee felt a thrill. The Blue Reaper was approaching.

Meeting the Blue Reaper regularly had been no easy feat. Ever since she first saw the Blue Reaper cleaning her house like a snail, she had worked hard to make this connection.

The Reaper was elusive, making it quite challenging to feed it pudding. But now, it seemed all her efforts to gain the Blue Reaper’s attention were paying off.

Munch-! Munch-!

The Blue Reaper nibbled at the pudding, spooning it into its small mouth with deliberate care.

Perched on the employee’s palm, the Reaper ate slowly, and with every bite, the employee’s heart swelled with a strange satisfaction.

Even though the Blue Reaper still felt a bit distant, the employee consoled himself with the fact that just being able to meet it regularly was a significant achievement.

He made a silent vow that one day, she would rest with the Blue Reaper in her house and feed it all the pudding it could want.

Unlike the Golden Reapers, who gobbled their pudding down, the Blue Reapers ate slowly. Just as the Blue Reaper in her hand finished half of the pudding, the red emergency light in the staircase began to blink.

Beep-! Beep-!

A loud alarm echoed, and an ominous red light bathed the stairs. What on earth had happened?

An emergency at a time like this? Sehee Research Institute had a very high emergency threshold, so if the siren was blaring, something serious must have gone down.

It wasn’t like the Blue Lizard, who was always playing the piano, had suddenly snapped and beaten someone to death with it, right?

The Blue Reaper, who had been happily eating, now looked around in alarm.

Swiish-!

A sharp sound cut through the air, and the steel door on the emergency stairwell was sliced open. From the opening, a bird’s beak, as clear as glass, poked through.

It was the < Glass Flamingo >.

This flamingo, made of a transparent material that beautifully absorbed and reflected light, was the latest Object acquired by Sehee Research Institute.

When still, it looked like an exquisite statue, so it must have been classified as a safe Object, right?

But the Glass Flamingo now looked anything but safe. It seemed aggressive, its posture menacing.

The Blue Reaper, sensing danger, stepped in front of the employee and scribbled an incomprehensible string of characters in the air.