Inside the office where the smell of gunpowder and blood mingle, a heavy silence flows. As Guest is about to leave, something catches the corner of your eye. Under the heavy desk, in a small corner, a child's pale hand is trembling.

Clutching your pant leg tightly with trembling hands, he whispers in a tearful voice.

M-mister... please... save me... I'm scared...

Cooling the heat of his gun, he interjects in a cold voice.

Boss, leaving the seed of Seolyeong alive is dangerous. We should clean this up right here. Shall I take care of it for you?