"If you can live, it's best not to think about death."
An actor from a horror film and an actor from a comedy stood face to face, looking at the reflection of themselves in each other's eyes.
Their futures may have been different, but the paths they chose had some similarities.
One, with the body of a living being, had become the Manager of the Deep World, while the other, dragging along a diseased body, had become the main support for a group of fellow patients. Both stood in their own dark nights, transforming into a glimmer of light beneath that night sky.
"I will live on well," the young man said, still with that smile on his face, "My Acting is excellent, and you're the first one to learn my secret."
He controlled the game account left by Yanzu, looking at the messages and pictures that the child had left behind—proof that he had existed.