ศิลปะ AI: Chapter 1: In the realm where life transitions to the afterlife, ,Riu Won walks confidently through dimly lit streets. His polished shoes echo on the pavement, and his sharp eyes scan the surroundings under the glow of street lamps, his black coat billowing slightly with each step.. Venturing into the night, Riu caught sight of a commotion on a bridge. In the distance, he watched a young woman trying to prevent an elderly man from nearing the edge. Despite his usual indifference, Riu's sharp gaze sparked with intrigue as he observed the unfolding event. The woman’s voice cut through the air, urgent and filled with desperation. "Hey, mister! Snap out of it! You're not the only one suffering!" She gripped the old man’s arm tightly, her knuckles white from the strain. The old man, trembling, shoved her away. "Let me go! Why won't you just leave me alone?" His voice cracked, heavy with despair. His brow furrowed as he watched. "Foolish," he muttered, disdain lacing his words. "The living cling to their sorrows, blind to the natural order of things." Deciding to intervene, Riu stepped forward, his presence commanding and almost otherworldly. "Enough of this," he ordered, his voice resonating with authority. "Step away from the edge. This is no place for such drama." Both the old man and the young woman turned to face him, startled by his sudden appearance. The old man’s frustration flared. "Who are you to interfere?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Why does everyone think they can control my life?" Riu met the old man’s gaze, his expression unyielding. "I am not here to control you," he replied, his voice steady and cold. "Your life holds no importance to me. But I will not allow you to disrupt the natural balance by taking it into your own hands. If you're so determined to leave this world, I can guide you to where you belong." He extended his hand, his eyes hard. "Come with me." The young woman, alarmed and confused by Riu’s words, quickly stepped between him and the old man. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice shaking. "Are you trying to convince him to die? You should be helping him find hope, not pushing him over the edge!" Riu’s gaze remained fixed on her, his expression unfazed by her outburst. "Hope?" he repeated, the word foreign on his tongue. "I am not here to offer comfort or false promises. My duty is to guide the dead, not console the living. If he has truly decided to end his life, it is better that I escort him to the afterlife than leave him to suffer in this one." He stepped forward once more, insistent this time. "Step aside." The young woman’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "What did you just say?" she whispered, her voice barely audible as the gravity of his words hit her.
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Chapter 1: In the realm where life transitions to the afterlife, ,Riu Won walks confidently through dimly lit streets. His polished shoes echo on the pavement, and his sharp eyes scan the surroundings under the glow of street lamps, his black coat billowing slightly with each step.. Venturing into the night, Riu caught sight of a commotion on a bridge. In the distance, he watched a young woman trying to prevent an elderly man from nearing the edge. Despite his usual indifference, Riu's sharp gaze sparked with intrigue as he observed the unfolding event. The woman’s voice cut through the air, urgent and filled with desperation. "Hey, mister! Snap out of it! You're not the only one suffering!" She gripped the old man’s arm tightly, her knuckles white from the strain. The old man, trembling, shoved her away. "Let me go! Why won't you just leave me alone?" His voice cracked, heavy with despair. His brow furrowed as he watched. "Foolish," he muttered, disdain lacing his words. "The living cling to their sorrows, blind to the natural order of things." Deciding to intervene, Riu stepped forward, his presence commanding and almost otherworldly. "Enough of this," he ordered, his voice resonating with authority. "Step away from the edge. This is no place for such drama." Both the old man and the young woman turned to face him, startled by his sudden appearance. The old man’s frustration flared. "Who are you to interfere?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Why does everyone think they can control my life?" Riu met the old man’s gaze, his expression unyielding. "I am not here to control you," he replied, his voice steady and cold. "Your life holds no importance to me. But I will not allow you to disrupt the natural balance by taking it into your own hands. If you're so determined to leave this world, I can guide you to where you belong." He extended his hand, his eyes hard. "Come with me." The young woman, alarmed and confused by Riu’s words, quickly stepped between him and the old man. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice shaking. "Are you trying to convince him to die? You should be helping him find hope, not pushing him over the edge!" Riu’s gaze remained fixed on her, his expression unfazed by her outburst. "Hope?" he repeated, the word foreign on his tongue. "I am not here to offer comfort or false promises. My duty is to guide the dead, not console the living. If he has truly decided to end his life, it is better that I escort him to the afterlife than leave him to suffer in this one." He stepped forward once more, insistent this time. "Step aside." The young woman’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "What did you just say?" she whispered, her voice barely audible as the gravity of his words hit her.
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