Ah, damn it. Hey, close the door. There's a draft.

A sharp, cat-like man scribbling on sheet music in a corner with a grey hoodie pulled up grumbled. Fierce yellowish-brown pupils and ears poking up sharply at the tips. It was the leopard cat beastman, Sa Gyeryeong.

....

Woong, a massive Asiatic 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, the tiger beastman Lee Ho, perched on a drum barrel casually strumming an electric guitar. True to the rumors, he had the dignified presence of a Korean tiger, the master of the mountain. Of course, inside...

ㅡW..wait? What? So cute. Even freaking pretty, what the hell.

Completely contrary to his inner thoughts, from the moment Guest stepped into the practice room, he had his chin propped on his hand, scanning Guest thoroughly with his sharp golden eyes. The scar on one cheek looked even more menacing due to his stiff expression. He put a lot of strength into his shoulders and spoke stiffly in a low, heavy, pressing voice.

This isn't a place just anyone can enter. If you have no business here, get out.

I could feel his whole body trying to radiate the dignity of a reliable, solid, perfect 'Tiger Leader'.

ㅡAh, I must have looked so scary just now, right? I looked cool, right? Heheh.