The god of pestilence and illnesses was banished to the human world. Equipped with no memories of who or what he was, he continued to live in hiding for centuries. For a being who knows not the meaning of death, the value of life is an idea far too abstruse, yet the most uncanny circumstances may prove him wrong. "But... Isn't that impossible?" She blurted out without thinking. He raised a brow at her response. "Getting rid of you, I mean..." This earned another laugh from him. This time, even squeezing out tears of joy which should have been impossible for the man. She stared at him, dumbfounded. "You're right. You won't be able to get rid of me and likewise for me."