Seoul Object Story

In the dark alley between towering structures, where gray moonlight trickled through, a small but dependable Golden Object stood proudly, bathed in the moon’s spotlight like an actor on stage. Despite the moonlight that illuminated it, the Object emitted a scent reminiscent of sunlight.

The Object looked up at the student, proud and protected by the gray moonlight. The student recognized the Object immediately. It was the ‘Golden Reaper,’ a counterpart to the Gray Reaper.

The student stared at the Golden Reaper, entranced. A headache, which had always gnawed at him, seemed to ease in its presence.

“Ah!”

Now that he thought about it, he was sure his heart had been pierced. Yet, right now, there was no pain. Was it an illusion?

He reached to where the wound should have been, but all he felt was his torn school uniform and the ugly gaping wound beneath it, sticky with blood.

When he looked at his fingertips, which had touched the wound, they were coated in both blood and golden flames. The Golden Reaper, seeing the student’s distress, rushed over to him.

Pat-! Pat-!

The Golden Reaper patted the wound, looking shocked at the sight of the still-bleeding injury.

Hesitating for a moment, the Golden Reaper glared at the air with a serious expression and slowly swung its sword through the space. The sword, tracing a slow yet graceful arc, made contact.

Boom-!

Tears rippled across the space as if a stone had been thrown into a lake. When the space fully tore open, the alley was filled with the sweet scent of chocolate.

As the sword’s trajectory came to an end, a hole the size of the Golden Reaper appeared in the air. At almost the same time, the lights illuminating the alley faded, and the flame that had been emanating from the Golden Reaper’s chest dimmed to almost nothing.

The Golden Reaper, looking exhausted, smiled slightly at the student.

It’s okay now!

With an expression that seemed to say everything had been resolved, the Golden Reaper looked as if it might collapse at any moment. The student quickly reached out, pulling the Reaper into an embrace.

With the Golden Reaper in his arms, looking fragile and as if it would vanish at any second, the student couldn’t help but feel worried.

“Are you okay?”

The Golden Reaper didn’t respond but instead took the student’s finger and placed it on its head.

The student was puzzled by the action—was it asking for a head pat? But still, he complied, gently stroking the Golden Reaper’s head. The Golden Reaper closed its eyes in contentment, and slowly, its flames began to regain their brilliance.

As the flames regained their light, the Golden Reaper stood up from the student’s palm, cheering. The student smiled slightly, finding the innocent display of joy cute. As if he was shouting, ‘Golden Reaper is back!’ cute.

Without hesitation, the Golden Reaper dashed toward the tear in space, pulling out a Mini Reaper as transparent as blue water.

The Blue Reaper, with a bewildered expression, glanced at the student and began writing something in the air.