82. The Red Raincoat Man

At that time, in the middle of the night, in an abandoned old hut. Even a lot of dust in the hut could be smelled by the old man leaning against the wooden wall.

The man’s breathing was regular, his eyes closed as if he didn’t care about the outside world.

The old man still closed his eyes even though a man dressed in red was in front of him as if a burning fire.

The man in red was studying the curve of the old, wrinkled face.

“You know this is your last day, Henry?”

The man asked casually as if they were friends.

When he heard the man’s voice, the old man named Henry opened his eyelids slowly.

Suppose other people would be afraid of the man’s appearance in front of him and shivered to ask forgiveness for their lives, however, not with Henry, who is very calm as the clouds in the sky.

Seeing Henry, who