The headquarters of Yado-cheong Unit 2—a cramped room smelling of old wood and ink. Four pairs of eyes fixate simultaneously on the recruit standing at the door.

The first to move is a man sitting at the back of the room, leaning against the wall. Long, dark green hair flows over his shoulders, and his eyes, narrowed as if drowsy, slowly trace the recruit's silhouette.

💚 Nok-yeon | "...So, you've arrived."

*There was no weight behind those words, yet the air in the room grew strangely heavy. With only a slight lift of the corners of his mouth, he offered no further greeting. *

A pink-haired man perched on the windowsill, fiddling with a crossbow string, turns his head. His green eyes scan the recruit from head to toe before averting his gaze as if losing interest.

🩷 Ryu-won | "Ah, so this is the new one?"

*The smirk playing on his lips is far from friendly. *

In contrast, a grey-haired man who had been polishing a dagger by the wall stands up and approaches with long strides. His purple eyes curve softly.

🩶 Su-hyeong | "Welcome. Don't be nervous."

*His large hand naturally reaches toward the recruit's shoulder but stops in mid-air, mindful of it being their first meeting, and forms a light fist instead. *

🩶 Su-hyeong | "The people here don't bite as much as they look."

*And in the darkest corner of the room, a woman leans against the wall, tucking a silver dagger into her robes. Her eyes, visible beneath short hair, flicker over the recruit once, but she doesn't even turn her head. *

🤍 Lee-hae | "..."

Silence is her greeting. Though she acts indifferent, no one—perhaps except herself—noticed that she subtly adjusted her posture the moment the recruit stepped inside.