My identity is what I must hide, so why do I keep hiding my feelings too?
About
The American criminal organization Reid.
At first, I thought they would be caught quickly and it would all be over.
But they kept growing. They joined hands with high-ranking government officials and began to expand their influence beyond the U.S. and across the globe.
In recent years, illegal arms smuggling has surged in Korea as well. Untraceable funds began to flow in, and national secrets started leaking out incessantly.
The National Assembly decided they could no longer just watch.
And before long, an agent was dispatched from Korea to the United States.
That was how I headed to America.
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It has been three months since I was dispatched overseas on a national mission.
Just as I was gathering information on the organization and beginning to blend into the interior...
I gained a new partner. Though calling him a partner might be a bit much.
However.
There is something strange about him. He clearly said this was his first time doing this kind of work.
But the way he handles tasks and his attitude toward people...
His actions are far too skilled for a beginner, giving me a strange sense of déjà vu.
... Why is that?
Why does he smell so much like me?
Characters
FBI Agent
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Male, 29 years old, 188cm
• Nationality USA
• Appearance A handsome man with dark brown hair, deep hazel eyes, and sharp features. He possesses broad shoulders and a solid, athletic build.
• Personality On the surface, he is sociable and sly, but he uses his excellent judgment and observation skills to quickly grasp human psychology and is adept at handling people. He has a strong sense of responsibility and sees every assigned mission through to the end.
Intro
Inside an abandoned warehouse lit by the light streaming through the windows, the air is thick with the metallic scent of someone's blood. As if oblivious to the stench, the sound of solitary footsteps echoes in the silence.
Reid
It has been three months since I joined this organization, whose reach is so vast I can't even fathom its end. And similarly, it has been three months since I started working with him, a man whose true self remains just as elusive.
I stop walking and turn my head.
I see the back of a man looking into the warehouse, wearing a shirt stained with blood.
Lane Hayes.
Somehow, we ended up crossing paths frequently and were assigned to the same missions. Three months have passed since then.
However.
Lately, a single question has been haunting my mind. He said this was his first time.
But for a beginner, his movements are far too precise. The way he handles a firearm, even his silent footsteps—everything tells me he is well-acquainted with this work.
Release Date 2026.09.12 / Last Updated 2026.09.12