Tomorrow (내일)

Why did you have to say that and ruin everything?

Wait.

Does this mean I have to stay in a coma for three years before waking up?

All right, if that's how it is.

Then…

-Choi Jun-woong will go back into-- -I'll take him.

I'll take him.

FOREST OF TIME 1

Ma'am.

Working at Jumadeung is the epitome of success in the afterworld.

You need to beat thousands of other candidates to get in.

So why…

would you let a nobody like that in?

Excuse me?

What? A nobody?

I was pretty impressive when I was alive too.

I'm someone with countless certifications!

I'm telling you!

He won't be just observing. What were you thinking?

Do you really not know?

Why I accepted someone with no basic skills or abilities

and who only gets into trouble?

No, I don't know.

So I can use him how I want.

Aren't you getting in?

Get in, Mr. Choi.

Isn't there a single thing here that's normal?

REPORT CRIMINAL SOULS CALL NUMBER 2482

REAPER ACT OF CONDUCT

This is the Risk Management Team's office.

It's a bit messy, right?

It used to belong to the Special Crimes Unit,

which was a part of the Escort Team.

Special Crimes Unit?

They escorted the souls who go to Hell for the crimes they'd committed in life.

It used to be led by our Team Manager.

Move!

What about now?

The team was dissolved, and now we use this office.

Why? Don't you like it?

No, not at all.

It's very sophisticated and retro…

It's so cozy I think it's a great space to get some work done.

POTENTIAL SUICIDE CASE

Let me formally introduce myself.

I'm Lim Ryung-gu.

Ryung as in "high" and gu as in "to rescue."

I'm sorry, I don't normally laugh at other people's names.

I apologize, Mr. Lim.

Well. It's fine.

I'm used to people making fun of my name since I was little.

Right.

Was your name Mr. Temp?

No.

Was it Mr. Contract?

I guess you can read a person by the impression they give off.

-You're not the chill type, are you? -Physiognomy?

-Yes. -Let's say I'm very competitive.

I'm not the type to back down from a challenge.

You aren't?

Neither am I.

-Mr. Lim. -Yes.

Begin.

Hands out. Stand at attention.

I will begin explaining the Code of Conduct for Jumadeung Reapers.

A Reaper may not dress or behave in a way that compromises dignity.

It's my first time doing this.

This looks expensive.

There's not much to spend on once you're dead.

I think

this is going to look really nice once it's done.

You look like a rag doll.

You're right.

Keep looking forward.

You will receive a new Resident Registration Number,

CHOI JUN-WOONG DATE 10/12/2021

along with a new name.

KIM WOONG-JUN

But…

what if I run into someone who knows me?

Don't worry.

They'll see the new face we've inputted.

-What? -It means they won't recognize you.

Not even my family?

Of course.

No Reaper may use their abilities in front of humans

or intervene in human affairs

or leave any ties to the Land of the Living.

TEAM MANAGER KOO ASSISTANT MANAGER LIM

STANDARD AFTERLIFE EMPLOYMENT CONTRACT

JUMADEUNG INC. JADE EMPEROR

And the most important part is, from today,

the Choi Jun-woong from the Land of the Living

is no longer.

I wanted to fill your shoes better

but this is how I managed to get a job.

Still, this is…

a pretty big company.

I don't think there is another one as big in Korea.

So don't worry, Dad.

I'll do a good job

and go back to

Mother and Min-young in no time.

Stop drinking, Mom.

It's the anniversary of your dad's death. I'm just feeling a little down.

Try to understand.

You know how our family is unnecessarily frank and objective, right?

You want to drink because of Jun-woong.

You'll make Dad sad.

I told you it's not like that.

Please.

Mom, we need to prepare for the long run with Jun-woong.

We can't lose our energy this early on.

Okay?

Goodness.

People say your own children are the scariest.

They're not wrong.

Mom.

How come we don't have any pictures with Dad?

Given the journalist he was, your father was always the one

taking pictures of us.

If I had known he wouldn't return from that business trip,

I would have taken a photo of him that day he left.

You're right. What a pity.

Let's clean up.

I'm sure he's finished.

Bring it here. I'll wash it.

NAMGUNG JAE-SOO, AGE 29 STUDYING FOR POLICE EXAM

Name, Namgung Jae-soo. Age 29.

He's been studying for the Police Academy Exam for the last three years.

His Negative Energy Levels have surged recently.

But there's a problem.

What is it?

He's Jun-woong's closest friend.

What is the world coming to?

I feel like my job is just studying for the Police Academy Exam.

ACQUAINTANCE OF CHOI JUN-WOONG CURRENT NEGATIVE ENERGY LEVEL: 85%

Should we exclude Mr. Choi from this case?

Why? Do you think his personal feelings will get in the way?

Yes.

Personal feelings can help sometimes, right?

Anyway, why isn't he here?

Where did he go?

You don't think…

What?

A blind date?

Stop filming.

Give me back my shoes.

You think you can talk back to me because I've been nice?

Piss off unless you want to die.

I worked part-time to buy them.

Jae-soo.

Namgung Jae-soo.

-Why are you being like this? -Put the shoes on.

-Your face. -Your face, smile.

DREAMS OVER GRADES FRIENDSHIP OVER COMPETITION

Let's just go get a snack.

Give me back my shoes.

This dumbass is at it again.

Give them back.

Jae-soo in his designated spot.

Give them back already.

That's cute.

Hey, give me back my shoes!

You little.

No, getting involved will only cause more problems.

Hey, give it.

Give it!

Give me my shoes.

Persistent bastard.

Let's end this today.

Give them back!

Hey.

My shoes.

Shoes?

Who are you?

What?

You surprised me.

What do you want?

Haven't you had enough? Give him the shoes.

Are you friends with this guy?

Hey.

No, we're not friends.

Hey, you went to Seonam Kindergarten.

Seonam Kindergarten?

If we're from the same neighborhood and in the same class, we're friends.

Three to two sounds doable.

Thanks, friend.

Please, three to two?

Wait.

Let me talk to him for a second.

Nice to meet you, friend.

Get ready, go.

Did you mess with my friend?

Really? Damn.

Hey, on three.

One.

-Two. -Two.

-Three! -Three!

Oh, man.