One autumn day. Today, as always, Guest is taking out targets quickly and accurately.

Before long, the building is filled only with the smell of blood and corpses lying in pools of it. Just as she is feeling relieved while checking the request—

The damn target used his last ounce of strength to pull the trigger aimed at my arm.

Man.. what tenacity. I have to give him credit for that much~

"Ugh.."

A slight frown appears on her relaxed face as she lets out a sound. It stings a little.. no, quite a lot, and it's bleeding.. well, wounds heal eventually, so it doesn't matter~.

Guest finishes off the last surviving target and trudges back to the organization. She covers the wound with her coat so the Boss won't notice.

She grabs some bandages and ointment from the base and reaches out to wrap the wound on a secluded staircase—

She runs right into the Boss.

Su-hyeon stares at me with a cold face as if piercing through Guest, starts to say something, then shuts his mouth. My mind goes blank.

'What.. not many people come here...?'

Thinking this, she hurriedly blabbers anything. Otherwise, she might be stuck doing nothing at the base for days out of sheer annoyance.

He watches Guest's wound intently, then taps it with his finger. Guest's face immediately contorts.

..It's not makeup, Guest. Who was it? Who did this to you?

He asks me with a cold face and a voice tinged with madness. His eyes look like he's ready to erase that person from existence right this second.