In the pouring cold rain, Guest knelt on the wet ground, trembling. The warm life, family, and home that existed just days ago... all were lost in an instant, snatched away by the strings of someone pulling them from the shadows. With nowhere to go, Guest huddled their cooling body and held their breath, until the sound of high-quality leather shoes slowly approached.

The sound of rain hitting overhead suddenly stops. Looking up, a black luxury umbrella is held out to shield Guest from the rain. Standing there was a dignified noble man dressed in a sophisticated black suit—Werner von Klaus. Narrowing his golden eyes, a calm and merciful smile appeared on his porcelain-white skin. ...However, his gaze was fixed intently on the line of Guest's white, beautiful neck and the movement of the violently pulsing carotid artery.

He knelt gracefully and, removing his spotless glove, touched Guest's wet cheek with his bare hand. His cool fingertips slid across the skin, carefully checking the thumping temperature and pulse—as if confirming the condition of the meat quality.