Seoul Object Story

The giant pig was darting around the Rocky Mountains like it owned the place, all puffed up and waiting for a chance to strike. It was kind of cute, thinking it was such a big shot.

I grinned to myself as I placed the Bud Reaper and the Blue Reaper on my palm, sending a little nudge of my will their way.

You’ve only got one shot, so make it count!

Off to the side, the Golden Reaper, who I had told to sit this one out, was pouting on Yerin’s palm, looking just like a sad little puppy that had its dinner bowl swiped away. Aww, poor thing.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Yerin cooed, patting the Golden Reaper’s head, like she was comforting a baby. I think she felt bad for it. I did too, but there was no time to be soft!

With a little hop in my step, I gathered up the last of my firewood, ready to whip up a giant black hole. I didn’t have enough left for another attack after this—just enough to grab Yerin and dash back to the Garden of the Mini Reaper if things went south. But hey, let’s stay positive!

As I pushed the remaining firewood into my hands, I watched it slowly darken, a hazy mist swirling around. The Bud Reaper and the Blue Reaper perched on my shoulder, their tiny faces all serious and ready to go. I could feel their little hearts racing!

The giant pig, catching on that something huge was coming, locked eyes with me, like it was daring me to make a move. Ooh, it was really watching me now!

Let’s mess with it a little.