Someone once told me that there are no coincidences in this world. But when I look back, it's very true. Now, I, amidst this uncertainty, feel like the world is heading in a truly terrifying direction. A sense of annoyance and sadness constantly haunts me. Strangely, the longer I dwell on this, the more I can no longer escape, as if I've been sucked into it. In the past, people might not have noticed the current phenomenon. Even so, it's a sign that everyone's desires are growing. There's no guarantee it will ever end. That's realistic, if spoken from a human's mouth. Indeed, even now I'm faced with the same thing. This is similar to the chaos that occurred a month ago when I was in a certain place. At that time, there was only a middle-aged man standing in front of a river. I, also enjoying the scenery, was suddenly shocked to see a young man jump from a bridge into the river. This was the first time I'd seen such an unusual sight. A person floating lifeless in the river. The middle-aged man quickly rushed to save the person, but unfortunately, he couldn't be saved. After that, we immediately called an ambulance. It happened so fast. This time, that memory taught me a lesson about the meaning of life. No one has ever suffered in a world gone mad. Even a child must have felt the same. From that moment on, I could only imagine the frustration that person must have felt to dare to do such a thing. Maybe it was time for that person to leave this world forever. However, I felt the time was too soon. Now it was already time to go home. When everyone had left this place, it felt like there was still something left behind. Slowly, I checked a few other things here.
"Oh my. You still haven't gone home?" said someone next to him, who turned out to be Moran. An artist also at this agency.
“There are still things to check.”
“What else is there?”
“Ah, so it's finished.”
“Hey, don’t you have anything else planned today? Like a date with your girlfriend?”
“No. Don’t talk about unnecessary things. Go away.”
"Gosh, you're so cruel. If there's no schedule, the others will go to the bar. Do you want to join us?"
"When?"
"Tonight."
“Okay. I'll consider it.”
"Okay. See you later. By the way, there's some information we'll be discussing there. That's why we all have to come."
From the way they spoke, it was clear they were just going to boast about something utterly pointless. However, there was no stopping them once they got into a rage. I guess it wasn't a bad thing if someone leaked information, no matter how important it was. Looking back, there were many things I found truly shocking. Things that shouldn't be discussed, and even certain people wouldn't do it. That was when I would probably forever be in this gray area. There was no end in sight for me.
“Okay. I told you not to. I guess there’s no harm in coming along.”
“Well, that’s how you’ll do it. Okay. Okay. See you later,” he said, walking away.
Meanwhile, several people were gathered in a certain place. They were discussing something quite serious, the expressions on their faces clearly visible. One of the group acted as if he were worried about something. However, soon something came up. Without further ado, the person rose from his seat and retreated towards the exit, as if fed up with all this. After leaving the room, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, Moran passed the person, and they immediately began to talk.
“What are you doing here, Jono?” Moran said without further ado.
“As usual. Routine meeting. Where have you been?”
“Ah, from upstairs. By the way, are you still with them?”
"So, being in front of this room means you're still part of it. What's wrong with you?" he said, grumbling a little.
“Oh my. I don't see anything particularly amazing. What's keeping you going?”
"Because I need money. What else could it be if not for that?"
“Really? Just because I need it?”
"Yes, why?"
"Wow, this is crazy. How could this be? You've been quite fortunate so far. How could you possibly need money?"
“How do you think the world works? It's all just a tool.”
"That's what it looks like. Makes sense."
“But you really don't mind that kind of thing?”
"What?"
"For example, like people who are insane or even have something that contradicts your thoughts."
"Ah, I don't care about that. What I want isn't that kind of validation. It's that money."
“Damn it. I guess there's no point in talking to someone like you.”
“Oh yeah, are you planning something?”
"What?"
“Your behavior looks suspicious.”
“Don’t get me wrong. What can I do in this position?”
“Just kidding. You’re so easily provoked.”
“Wait, are you free tonight?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“The rest of the guys are going to the bar. Don’t you want to join us?”
“So boring. Maybe next time.”
“You really are,” Moran said in a slightly annoyed tone.
“Hey, have you heard anything?”
“Hear what you mean?”
“I heard someone is trying to escape from the agency.”
“What? Why?”
"Maybe he doesn't want to be here anymore. I don't know, but he's a celebrity, but he's not famous enough yet. What do you think?"
"Don't ask me. The one who obviously doesn't know at all is pointless talking about that person. There's no point."
"Gosh, you're so sharp. It's true that there's no point in just being curious."
“Then why don't you find out for yourself?”
“Where is there enough time?”
"So?"
“More precisely, we need an informant.”
"Nothing. Don't talk about things that aren't your business. You'll only get into trouble later. So, it's best not to even try."
“Oh my, a middle-aged man just lectured me.”
“Damn it. Who are you calling a middle-aged man?!” Moran said angrily, this time grabbing Jono by the collar of his shirt.
"That's it, don't avoid it. That's the truth."
“Oh yeah, there's one thing I actually wanted to ask you.”
"Just say it."
“Have you heard the rumors that there is someone in this agency who is quite supernatural?”
“Huh? What are you talking about? You’re rambling.”
“Lower your voice damn it.”
“Where did you hear that from?”
“Some people are in my room. They're talking about that.”
"Rubbish. Why are they just talking about things they don't understand?"
“So you know about that problem,” Moran said with a smirk.
“Damn. I shouldn't have said that.”
"Even if it's a secret, it's not a big deal. If everyone knew the truth, I don't think they'd want to be in this agency."
“Why are you so sure they wouldn't want to be here if they knew everything? There might be someone who really needs it.”
"Because most people are cowards."
“Wow. You're really saying this fact?”
"Just think about it yourself."
“Ah, why think if in the end my guess was right.”
“Enough. Time to go.”
Their conversation stopped after Moran left Jono there. This time everything felt so dizzy. On the other side, many things were unexpected. There was a kind of conflicting energy. One thing was certain right now, no one could be trusted. Even to talk, they would wear masks and that would be it forever. Currently, I was in a place, namely a bar. Before I knew it, it was already night. The only time I could spend was tonight. Tomorrow I had to go back to that annoying routine again. Since earlier, there was still no one I knew, even though Moran had previously invited me to meet the others at this bar.
"Oh, you're here," said someone who was none other than Moran. He had arrived dressed quite like a model, even though he was just at the bar.
“I don't know. That should be my question.”
“Damn. It seems to have come too soon.”
“Yes. You're right.”
“By the way, do you mind coming here? Is that really okay?”
"What are you talking about? It's clearly right in front of you, why are you asking such a question? The answer is obvious."
“Oh my, okay.”
"How many people are coming?"
“I don’t know. I’ve invited those who are capable.”
"That's what it looks like."
“That’s right. But it’s not a big deal, as long as they’re here.”
“There's something I want to ask you.”
“Yes. Just tell me what it is?”
“Do you believe in reincarnation?”
"What?"
"Reincarnation."
“Gosh, I never thought I would hear those fantasy words coming out of your mouth.”
“So you don't believe it?”
"Hmm, so far it's still unproven whether it really exists or not. Why do you ask about reincarnation?"
"No. It's nothing."
“Are you sure it’s nothing? Don’t tell me there’s something you’re hiding on purpose?”
“That's why I asked you whether you believe it or not.”
"Can."
“Really? Didn’t you just say that so far there’s no proof that it’s real or not?”
"Because it could be. This is just based on intuition."
“I guess you're right.”
"What really happened?"
“I’ve been having a headache lately, to the point of overthinking because I see people who are almost 100% the same as the people I know, even though they died a long time ago.”
Upon hearing my words, Moran suddenly choked and fell silent. This was the first time he'd seen someone who'd been talking nonstop freeze so quickly just by hearing my words. Moran returned to listening to my conversation.
“This seems like something very serious,” Moran said, taking a sip of his wine.
“Yes. You could say that.”
“How are you going to solve it?”
"Solving what?"
“Proof of the reincarnation of the person you know.”
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it yet.”
“Gosh, that will only make things even more confusing in the future.”
“Exactly, Moran.”