How many times and how long had he seen the man in his dreams swinging the sword?

  In terms of time, it must have been an unimaginable amount of time.

  So he knew.

  The finely stretched wrinkles around the eyes.

  Hair that was thinning.

  Various other pieces of evidence showed that the man in his dream was getting old.

  ‘What did that mean? This time too….’


  Irene Pareira woke up and began to worry.

  He had no choice but to do so.

  Until now, when the dream changed, it wasn’t just the dream; his life and mind changed as well.

  Still sleepy.

  But it had enough spirit to talk, and it did, to John Drew.

  “Do you like money?”


  “…”


  “Tell me honestly. How much do you need?”