Kim Woojin, place Woo [] and true Jin []. I told the giant my true name, a melody that I hadnt spoken in a very long time.

The giant smiled, looking down at me without a word. His silence was not threatening but had a warmth to it that contrasted sharply with the cold.

Human. This is a graveyard, not a prison or a cradle.

The giant first solved the question I hadnt asked but had been running around in my head.

The cemetery prepared for me.

I had read the giant setting once before. They were a race that crossed the continent and the Great Sea to see the ends of this vast world. They were wise people who knew nearly everything and possessed a profound insight. Therefore, humans, as seen by giants, were not so different from how ants were seen by humans. Still, it was thanks to the giants wise and benevolent heart that he didnt trample me.