Even though Anha couldn't fully understand what was happening, she knew one thing—she had to make a decision.
And so, she chose to follow the rainbow.
The shimmering arc of colors guided her forward like a silent pathfinder. After walking some distance, it suddenly bent into a curve. At first, Anha thought it was finally leading her toward her destination… but she was wrong.
Suddenly, a strange voice echoed from the rainbow.
At first, she couldn't quite make out what it was saying. But as she focused, she realized—something was trying to speak to her.
"You were really about to marry that shameless bastard? Just looking at him makes me want to slap him twice!"
Now she heard it clearly.
Yet, Anha showed no interest in the nonsense and replied coldly,
"We should focus on reaching our destination."
"Hey! I'm talking to you! Can't you hear me?"
"I can. But what exactly do you expect me to do?" Anha replied calmly.
"Fine. We'll go to your destination… but before that, I have something I need you to do. Help me, and you'll get what you're looking for."
Anha's expression darkened instantly.
"Listen. My mood is already terrible. And whoever is behind all of this—I won't rest until I find them."
She paused, then added sharply,
"And if you were sent to guide me, then just do that. I don't like unnecessary complications."
But the rainbow was stubborn.
"I'm not going anywhere until my task is done."
Anha clenched her jaw.
"My patience is running thin. Just show me the way."
Her face burned with anger.
"I told you—help me first. Then I'll guide you."
Realizing arguing would only waste of time, Anha sighed. It would be quicker to just get this over with.
"Fine. What do you want me to do? I don't have much time."
"Oh, see that guy over there? He's arguing with two pregnant women. He needs to be punished. Maybe a couple of slaps? Or something better?"
The rainbow's gaze shifted toward a bamboo stick lying behind a stage.
"Come here, Anha."
Anha froze.
"You know my name? And that man… he's my fiancé. What did he even do for me to hit him?"
The rainbow paused, then said calmly,
"If you listen to me, we'll leave quickly. If not… I might have to find another way. And that could take days."
Anha hesitated.
"Tell me what to do."
"Go and kick him. Right in the ass."
"…What?! Are you insane? Why would I do that?"
"Oh? Then I guess I'll just find someone else. Everyone here is frozen anyway… except you."
That was when Anha realized—something was terribly wrong.
Without thinking any further, she walked straight up to Hyun-woo and kicked him several times.
"I did it. Now let's go."
But the rainbow wasn't satisfied.
"That's it? That's how you hit your fiancé? Too soft! He deserves worse."
It pointed toward the bamboo stick again.
"Take that. Hit him at least a hundred times. But keep your eyes closed while doing it."
Anha was furious—but she had no choice.
Wearing her heavy gown, she picked up the bamboo stick and began striking.
One hit. Two. Ten. Fifty. Eighty…
Only when curiosity got the better of her did she open her eyes—
And froze.
Blood was pouring from Hyun-woo's b**tt. The bamboo in her hand was embedded with dozens of nails, tearing through flesh with every strike.
She immediately dropped it and turned toward the rainbow, her voice blazing with rage.
"What was that?!"
"Oh, that?" the rainbow replied casually.
"Pure entertainment."
It continued, almost amused:
"If I were human, I would've turned him into a woman first… then married him and taught him what it really means to disrespect women. I would've made him suffer for life."
Anha stared at it.
"…Are you insane?"
"I already told you—I'd make him a woman. What's wrong with that?" it shrugged.
"Anyway, you promised. I showed you my task. Now let's move."
"…Just take me to my destination."
They moved forward.
Cherry blossom trees lined both sides of the road, petals drifting softly in the air. Anha walked through them, dressed in her white gown—like a fairy descended from heaven.
Ahead, the rainbow pointed toward a car.
"Get in. Drive. Follow me."
The seven colors shimmered around her as the car sped forward. It looked old—probably an RX-7 model. Yet somehow, with Anha inside, it felt almost magical.
After a while, she spoke.
"What's your name?"
"Name? I don't have one. But I think… I'll choose one now."
"What about 'Justice'?"
"Justice isn't a name. It's just a concept," Anha replied.
"Why not? I punished someone today. I'll punish anyone who disrespects women. I am justice."
"…Whatever you say," Anha muttered. "Do you know who's behind all this?"
"No idea. I'm just a mere servant."
"I know you're hiding something. But I'll figure it out."
There was a pause.
"…Hey, Anha. Will you give me a name?"
Anha sighed.
"Didn't you already choose one?"
"Yeah, but…"
"Fine. Stop fussing. I'll name you later. Just guide me."
After a moment, she added,
"What about… Go-hwan?"
"Go-hwan…" the rainbow repeated. "Sounds cool. What does it mean?"
"It's just… a beautiful name," Anha said with a faint smile.
"I see. Then call me Go-hwan from now on."
Anha couldn't help but laugh.
After a long journey, they finally arrived—
At a vast cemetery.
Before Anha could react, Go-hwan suddenly vanished.
Startled, she searched around—until she spotted someone standing in the distance.
Without hesitation, she rushed forward—
Slap! Slap!
"Ahhh! Why are you hitting me, idiot?! I'm your friend!"
Anha froze.
"…Go-hwan?"