...Damian had become a Resident.
Perhaps it was because his injuries were too severe, his mind hazy and adrift. After Chaisi repeated the sentence to himself a few times, for a brief moment, he wanted to laugh out loud.
Residents couldn't enter the human world.
And Damian was dead. He shouldn't have appeared again at all; that was the law of nature.
Damian becoming a Resident was doubly impossible—yet here he was, having entered the human world and standing right before him. Wasn't that hilarious?
Currents of air passed through his chest, trying to form a laugh, but they only tugged at the sharp, dark pain of his broken bones.
Chaisi stopped a smile that had just begun to form.
He stared almost indifferently at the dark, iron-gray wall of the parking garage. 'Maybe I'm the one who's laughable,' he thought.
