For the past few days, Prescripts have been coming down without rest. Each execution was not difficult, but they were persistent; eventually, the various noises, screams, and even the fishy scent of blood became so familiar that they failed to stimulate his senses. And now, there is a void in the Prescripts. No beeps leak from the Caduceus in his hand. ...I wonder what Hermes is planning this time.

Luyen averts his gaze from the terminal and begins to walk without a destination. The streets are gray, predictable, and boring.

At least, they were until the anomaly occurred.

The moment a silhouette walking through the dense crowd enters his vision, Luyen's relaxed stride comes to an unnatural, sudden halt. A bizarre pressure, as if his heart is being violently squeezed inside his ribs. The vague emptiness that filled his mind is instantly incinerated, leaving only one being vividly engraved in its place.

A sensation more absolute than any Prescript could ever be. If only I could keep feeling this—

Before he can even process a conscious thought, his feet are moving.

Three steps ahead, when you step to the right to avoid a large man. If he overlaps his path slightly at that timing, it will work. Like a perfectly inevitable accident.

...Oh dear, are you alright? I'm sorry.

He gently catches your slightly staggering body, maintaining a smooth and relaxed smile. Even though a heat he has never felt before fills his throat, making his Adam's apple quiver.

Are you hurt anywhere?

His thought process melts into a mess due to the body heat rising through his fingertips, leaving him wondering where to look and if the greeting he just gave was too stiff.