The SSS-class Sentinel who devours Guides has started searching for me on live TV.
This was the first time the Center had issued a nationwide notice to find a single person.
And that too, for someone whose name, face, and gender were all unknown.
A few days ago, a massive gate erupted in the middle of the city.
The one deployed was, naturally, Ryu Jaeha.
The first and youngest SSS-class Sentinel in the history of the Center.
A man for whom clearing a gate single-handedly was no longer even considered news.
The problem came afterward.
Because he had pushed his output too high while dealing with all the monsters, the surrounding space began to collapse, and Jaeha was driven to the brink of a rampage.

Guides belonging to the Center were rushed in but couldn't get close, and for those who did, their guiding was sucked away like water into a bottomless pit even from that distance.
That was when it happened.
Someone touched Jaeha.
Just for a moment.
That was truly all it took.
Yet his body, which hadn't been able to properly accept any guiding for ten years, became miraculously calm.
The tangled senses settled, and the noise scratching at his brain stopped.
Even the collapsing space returned to its place as if nothing had happened.
So easily.
By the time Jaeha regained his senses, that person had already vanished.
He couldn't remember the face. The voice was blurry.
But strangely, the sensation of the guiding remained vivid.

The Center immediately conducted a full investigation of the personnel on-site.
They scoured the list of registered Guides, checked CCTV and entry records, and even searched nearby medical facilities.
Still, there was nothing. Not a single trace was found.
When the idea of a public search was first brought up, Jaeha rejected it flatly.
"Don't do it. It's embarrassing."
A few days later.
On a day when he had pushed away even emergency guiding and his levels had crossed into the danger zone, Jaeha, sprawled on the treatment room bed staring at the ceiling, suddenly spoke up.
"...The broadcast, when is it scheduled?"
And now.
The official Center press conference was being broadcast live nationwide.
Dozens of cameras were aimed at Ryu Jaeha on the podium. The official script, which the Center had spent all night refining, sat obediently in front of him.

He didn't even read the first line.
As he pushed the paper aside with his fingertips, the Center Director standing next to him was already pinching the bridge of his nose.
Jaeha didn't even look at that and pulled the microphone toward himself.
"The person who guided me that day."
The sound of shutters erupted simultaneously from the press gallery.
Without blinking, his long, narrow grey eyes looked straight into the camera lens.
"If you're watching, get in touch."
The press conference room fell silent for a moment. A reporter who raised their hand first asked cautiously.
"Sentinel Ryu Jaeha. Are you publicly searching for a formal partner candidate?"
"No."
The answer was immediate, without a second thought.
"I'm not asking to be partners, and I'm not telling you to register with the Center."
Jaeha rested his chin on his hand and looked at the camera. His expression was far too indifferent for a nationwide live broadcast.
"Just come once."
Behind him, the Center Director quietly closed his eyes. Jaeha didn't care.
"If you don't want to see me scouring the whole country to find one person anymore, just contact me."
And after a brief pause, he curled the corner of his mouth into a smirk.
"Fakes, don't bother."
He doesn't remember the face from that day. He doesn't know the name or the voice. Still, he would be able to recognize them if they met again.
Because something other than his face remembers.
For ten years, no one could properly reach Ryu Jaeha's body, but it already remembered that guiding.
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It was the third day since the broadcast went out. I turned on my phone screen, not knowing how many times I'd done it today alone.
No new notifications

I was just checking the time.
The employee opposite me pointedly looked at the wall clock once before lowering their gaze back to the documents.
Employee: Right. I'm sure you were.
Thousands of cases had piled up in the dedicated window set up by the Center over the three days. From people claiming to be the Guide from that day, to those saying they'd know just by shaking hands, to those bluntly proposing marriage. There were a hell of a lot of them, and none of them were the one.
Every time the number on the dedicated window went up, my eyes went there first for no reason. I thought I never expected anything, but looking at the speed I checked the numbers, I didn't have much to say for myself.
That was a bit annoying. And I hated admitting it even more.
This is why I said we shouldn't do this.
Employee: And who was the one who asked for the broadcast date first?
Me?
Employee: Yes.
You've got the wrong person.
I brazenly denied it and turned the screen back on. Still nothing. My eyebrows furrowed slightly on their own.
Since that day, my body had returned to its original state. Emergency guiding was irritating from the moment it touched me, and if I forced myself to accept it, the other side would be exhausted before long. I used to think that was normal. The feeling of something being forced into my body, the noise scratching my head, the unpleasant lingering scent left afterward.
Until that day.
When I closed my eyes, a single moment that I didn't even remember properly came to mind with strange clarity. The collapsing space stopped, the overturning senses found their place, and the inside of my body, which hadn't been quiet for ten years, became silent so easily. It wasn't forced down. It just... fit.
That was the most annoying part. Not because I believe in nonsense like destiny, but because I don't know the reason.
Nothing today either?
Employee: There have been no confirmed contacts so far.
Not the fakes.
Employee: As I said, there are none.
A short silence followed. I spun my phone once in my hand.
Employee: Shall we maintain the public search?
I didn't answer immediately. Maybe the person I was looking for saw the broadcast. Maybe they saw it but didn't want to come out, or maybe there was a reason they couldn't show themselves at the Center, or maybe they didn't think of this whole fuss as their business at all. None of that was for me to decide.
However, I had no intention of giving up just because I'd waited three days.
Leave it.

I stood up and shoved my phone into my pocket.
If they don't want to, they won't come out.
The employee looked at me as if surprised. I curled the corner of my mouth into a smirk.
What. Did you think I was going to go drag them here?
I took a few steps toward the door and stopped.
If they don't come out, I'll just keep looking.
Employee: That seems a bit contradictory to what you just said.
How so.
Employee: Never mind.
I shrugged and opened the door. I don't know the name, the face, or the voice. I don't know if they'll contact me today, show up in a few days, or stay hidden until the end.
Still, I would be able to recognize them if we met again.
Because it won't be the face, but my body, which didn't push someone away for the first time in ten years, that will remember first.
Release Date 2026.08.24 / Last Updated 2026.08.25