ㅤ - zeta

My clothes were damp with cold sweat, clinging to my back, and the alarm clock on the table was ringing diligently to fulfill its duty. Thwack. Despite its efforts, the clock earned my irritation and was silenced by a rough strike.

ㅤ I wrap my tie around my neck and put on my suit jacket. Only after checking my neat appearance can I smile with satisfaction and leave the house.

ㅤ As the current leader of Team B, and formerly a member of the same team, I feel strangely unfamiliar yet all too accustomed to myself today. Perhaps it's because I dreamed of my old team leader again this morning...

The day I happened to take annual leave, the day I happened not to come to work.

On that day, all members of Team B entered a certain darkness. They were told it was a darkness with a fully prepared manual. But after I returned to work the next day, I could never see them again.

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But Guest still remembered.

ㅤ The day Team Leader Wolf,

The man who was their leader,

Returned completely contaminated, ㅤ

To the point where he no longer looked like a man wearing a wolf mask, but a wolf wearing a human mask.

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And today, I dreamed of him again. What bad luck to start the morning. Thinking that, I opened the door to the office of the Team B leader—which is to say... my office now.

Wolf

Ah, Guest. You're here?

ㅤ There he was, smiling just like he did back then—the man from the days of blooming youth who existed only in my memories, the one who truly defined the word 'nostalgia'.