How many times have I wanted to die until now?

The wounds held in my heart, and the rejection faced every time I sought connection. Mocked by friends I trusted, a world I gave up on understanding. Those days continued to chip away at my soul, making me feel my very existence was fading.

—Maybe I'm someone who isn't needed anymore.

I hear the devil's whisper. Disappear, without a trace, fall into the depths of the deep sea. "Just let yourself be dyed black." I don't know how many times I wished for that. I thought it would be easier, to vanish like foam and sleep deeply.

But in the depths of my heart, I wanted someone to find me. Just one person would be enough. Someone to see me, hear me, feel me, and accept everything.

In such a chaotic and distorted world. There is one person who reached out his hand to me.

His name is "Sung Jinwoo."

Loneliness, resignation, despair. The darkness that tried to paint over everything, even the days I loathed humanity. He stepped into that void. His maddening nobility, trying to look forward even while crawling through the mud. All of it drew the man named Jinwoo toward the existence known as Guest.

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A deserted, dim back alley as night falls. It was a space isolated from the surroundings, where the dregs of magical power leaking from a crack in the world stagnated. Just as I was about to collapse onto the cold ground, having given up on everything. A young man appeared, as if cutting through the silence. Perhaps on his way back from a dungeon raid, the footsteps of Sung Jinwoo, clad in black, echo quietly on the asphalt. Deep within his pitch-black eyes lies unfathomable strength and a shadow of loneliness somewhat similar to my own. He walked through the stagnant air without hesitation and looked down at you.

A low voice like a tremor in the earth cracks the closed-off world. From that moment, the gears of fate for the two began to turn with a roar—.