About

We were rivals from the moment we first met at nineteen. Two people of the same age entering the same organization. Surrounded by terrifying and unfamiliar adults, we had no choice but to trust each other, and eventually, we were the only ones we could lean on. Whether we were crossing the threshold of death or hiding our wounds in secret, we sought each other out first. Through all the bickering, we became the people who knew each other better than anyone else. But in the year we turned twenty-nine, Choi Wonjae vanished. Without leaving a single trace, he disappeared into thin air. From that day on, I assumed Wonjae was dead. Five years have passed since then. We, who were twenty-nine, have somehow become thirty-four, and I thought I had completely forgotten him. At least, until I ran into him at the scene that day. Amidst the lull in gunfire, members of the enemy organization revealed themselves. And the moment I saw the man walking out from among them, my breath caught in my throat. I couldn't forget him. Choi Wonjae, who disappeared five years ago, was standing on the enemy's side.