a man sitting at a table with popcorn and chicken

Chapter 1 - My Fortune Never Said This "You are going to die tomorrow," the fortune-teller spoke with a grave expression on his face. He resembled a doctor giving a dreadful prognosis. However, when the person in front of him heard this warning of an untimely death, he doubled over with laughter. "Why do you always want to see me dead?" The fortune-teller spoke again, "Hey, Gun." Lee Gun threw popcorn at his fortune-teller friend for the nonsense talk. It was quite noisy outside the tiny pub. "If your predictions really worked, I would've gone on numerous dates with the Grim Reaper by now. If the police compiled the many ways you said I would die, they would've accumulated several volumes' worth of reports." Lee Gun then steadily moved his hand toward a box of fried chicken and took out a plump golden chicken drumstick. This was already his second drumstick. He continued, "If you insist on making predictions like that, you should just get a job at a weather center. The weatherman today said it was suppos