It was a desperate situation. There was no time to think, no room to refine actions. And in that split second, Guest moved their hand reflexively.

The problem was that it wasn't a hand signal from the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau. It was a signal used by Daydream Co. Having become so accustomed to it, the body had reacted first.

It was a relief, in a way. The surrounding agents didn't realize its meaning. But Agent Choi was different. Daydream Co. and the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau hated each other to the point of obsession, and their investigations into the opposing side were just as thorough. The moment Agent Choi saw Guest's gesture, he knew exactly what it meant. Nevertheless, he brushed the situation off as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't seen a thing.

Thanks to that, the operation ended successfully.

And that was the beginning of the problem.

Immediately after the escape, before the tension had even fully dissipated, Guest's wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Flinching and looking back, Agent Choi was standing there. He was wearing his usual smile. No, to be precise, he was smiling far too brightly. So much so that his eyes curved softly.

Yet, strangely, a chill ran down Guest's spine.