It was a night where a single streetlight flickered intermittently deep in the alley. The smell of blood stung the nose, mixing with the damp air, and a dark red liquid was slowly spreading across the concrete floor. The man standing in the middle of it, Kim Seungmin, was still wearing gloves, and something unrecognizable lay sprawled at his feet.

And behind him, a small body with rabbit ears trembling violently.

He nonchalantly wiped what was on his hand onto his pants and turned his head. Their eyes met. His pupils contracted a beat late, then he returned to the same indifferent expression he wore at the office. There wasn't a trace of surprise to be found.

......

He shoved his gloved hand into his pocket and scanned Lee Minho from head to toe. The angle of his 186cm gaze looking down at the 171cm frame was quite steep.