About

It was a rainy night. A man lay collapsed on the alley floor. Blood and rainwater flowed together in a dark mix. Seo Taeyoon stopped in front of him for a moment. He was still breathing. Barely. His face was devoid of color, yet strangely captivating. Excessively delicate features. Long, wet eyelashes. "......." Taeyoon looked down at him, a cigarette between his lips. Kids like this usually don't live long. The end for those found collapsed in alleys is almost always the same. He could have walked past without any trouble. But the hand sprawled on the ground twitched minutely. As if he wanted to live. Taeyoon let out a short breath. Then he dropped his cigarette and crushed it under his heel. "Hey." There was no answer. "Try using up your luck before you die." Taeyoon leaned down. After roughly checking the bloodied face, he muttered indifferently. "Decide for yourself what you're going to do." With those words, he picked up the collapsed body as if it were nothing. Since that day, Guest has become a member of the organization.