I heard him promise a ten-year agreement with my own ears, and then watched him disappear into that crack with my own eyes. I still store the ghost seal he left me in the drawer beside my bed, and I can even feel the remaining warmth of him on it. Now three years have passed, and suddenly someone jumped out and told me that everything was nonsense. I had imagined what might happen after my brother entered the Bronze Gate, but it turned out that it was wrong from the beginning.