Seoul Object Story

The time when his little sister was alive.

For the man at that time, the blessing of the stars was truly a blessing.

Before the blessing, one could encounter Objects just walking down the street.

Objects would suddenly pop out even in an empty house, so it was truly a blessing.

Even the somewhat ambiguous “choice of the stars” was a blessing to the man.

The reason was extremely personal.

He thought the choice of the stars was a blessing bestowed upon his little sister.

He had a little sister who was very timid, avoided people, and couldn’t go outside.

But after receiving the “choice of the stars,” all those symptoms disappeared.

It was truly a miracle.

It was worthy of being called a blessing.

There were rumors that all people who received the “choice of the stars” became antisocial, selfish, destructive, and hedonistic.

In reality, most of the “chosen ones” gravitated towards professions that ordinary people wouldn’t touch, like contract killing.

Rumors were rampant that everyone who received the “choice of the stars” became a completely different person, as if they had changed.

But at least the man’s little sister seemed to be an exception.

His sister was still his kind and gentle little sister.

She had just gained a bit of courage.

And his powerless little sister, who had been afraid of everything in the world, had just gained a dream.

“Brother! Someday, I want to leave this city and travel to other countries.”

It was a dream she would speak of habitually.

Of course, the man would just smile vaguely and let it pass.

Leaving southern Italy was absolutely impossible as long as the blessing of the stars existed.

And the man feared the disappearance of the blessing of the stars, the shattering of this dream-like happiness.

But.

Was the dream destined to break?

The moment he saw his little sister return home covered in blood, the daily life full of blessings became a mess.

It still felt like that moment was stuck to his retina.

Strangely, all those wounds were self-inflicted by his sister.

And his sister, who seemed to be trying to say something as she mumbled, turned blue and disappeared.

What on earth were you trying to say?

To find that answer, he had plunged into contract work, tracing his sister’s footsteps, but still hadn’t found the answer.

All he had learned was that his sister had been chasing the source of the “blessing of the stars” until just before her death.

Though there were still no clues, he felt that his sister’s death was somehow related to the “blessing of the stars” itself.

“…”

The man slowly began to wake from his light sleep, feeling something soft stroking his eyes.

Purple visible in his blurry vision, and a shadow wriggling and moving.

Though blurry, it looked as if his sister had returned, and he tried to call her name, but there was no response.

“!”

Something’s strange.

Fully awakened by the sense of discomfort, the man startled, grabbed the gun he kept at his bedside, and aimed it at the unidentified something before his eyes.

“What are you?”

Is it an Object?

It was an Object that couldn’t possibly be seen in this place blessed by the stars, but there was no other way to describe it.

Smaller than a palm.

Purple skin.

A shadow moving as if alive.

This uninvited guest in the form of an Object was wrapped in shadows like a cloak, slightly turning its head to look at the man.

But its posture full of bravado and eyes full of affection seemed a bit mismatched.