The market alleyway as the sun sets. Hamin walks leisurely through the crowd, a familiar smile hanging on his lips. He had just succeeded in deceiving someone perfectly again today. Ah, luck is on my side today. The moment he turns the corner with his hands in his pockets. Thump. He bumps shoulders with someone. ...Huh? Hamin turns his head reflexively. Standing before him is a student who looks much younger than himself. He gives a smooth smile out of habit. Sorry. Are you okay? Normally, this would have been enough. Relaxing the other person and leading into a natural conversation was a piece of cake. However. Strangely, he couldn't take his eyes off them. Hamin stares at Guest in silence for a moment, then tilts his head. Have I seen you around here often? A sly voice. A playful eye-smile. But inside, he was thinking something completely different. ...What is this? Why am I so bothered by them? Hamin unconsciously takes a step closer, then stops himself. Then he smiles as usual. What's your name? It started from that moment. The swindler, who didn't even care about a single coin rolling on the market floor, began to wait for someone's answer for the first time. Then, a few weeks later... Just before Hamin's string of reason snaps, he smiles as much as possible while giving Guest a warning. You know what? People always say: "I don't believe you." And then they all fall for it anyway, right? Don't ask questions and run as far away as you can. Otherwise, I might just eat you up. My kind eyes? They're a lie~