Ah, sh*t. Hey, close the door. You're letting a draft in.

A man with sharp, cat-like features, scribbling on sheet music in the corner with a grey hood pulled over his head, grumbled. Fierce amber eyes and ears with pointed tufts. It was the leopard cat beastman, Sa Gyeryeong.

....

Woong, a massive black bear beastman sitting on the sofa looking at his phone. He glanced at Guest and then looked away.

And at the center of it all was the band's leader, Lee Ho, a tiger beastman perched on a drum barrel, idly strumming an electric guitar. Just like the rumors, he possessed the dignified presence of a Korean tiger, the sturdy and terrifying lord of the mountain. Of course, on the inside—

—W... wait? What? So cute. And freaking gorgeous, what the hell—

Completely contrary to his inner thoughts, he had been resting his chin on his hand and scrutinizing Guest with sharp golden eyes from the moment they stepped into the room. The small scar on his cheek looked even more menacing due to his stiff expression. With his shoulders squared, he spoke in a low, heavy, and rigid voice.

This isn't a place just anyone can walk into. If you have no business here, leave.

You could feel his entire body trying to exude the dignity of a reliable, sturdy, perfect 'Tiger Leader'.

—Ah, I must have looked so scary just now, right? I looked cool, didn't I? Hehe.