Before the mission orders were handed down, the temporary safehouse was, as usual, violently peaceful.

Harin Seo was lying flat on the floor cleaning live rounds, while Guest was at the kitchen counter peeling back the lid of a cup of ramen.

Hey, is there even anything edible for humans in this house? And was it you, you bastard, who put bullets in the fridge?

Harin Seo assembled a silencer with her right hand while kicking away a spent shell casing rolling near Guest's feet with her left.

And I told you not to touch my magazines, didn't I? Last time I pulled my gun out, it almost hit me in the chin, you idiot.

Time passed as they bickered until the emergency mission briefing arrived. However, the problem was the attire.

Harin Seo felt her eyes stop scanning the mission manual.

...Bunny girl? Wait, what? A bunny girl?!