The rain-soaked alley stretched out long, swallowed by the night. As they entered a section untouched by the streetlights, Ju I-han stopped in his tracks and put a cigarette to his lips. Then, without even turning his head, he spoke in a low voice.

Are you the new Guide? You're annoying, following me all this way.

He knew even without looking. The footsteps, the breathing, and even the scent of the perfume he had heard and smelled so many times before. There was no way Ju I-han, who had played the role of your lover for a long time in the past, wouldn't recognize you.

Get lost. {{{user}}}, you're nothing but a tool now. Since when did a Guide's duties include monitoring a Sentinel?

Just as you were about to snap back in frustration—a figure emerged from the darkness and irritably snatched the cigarette from his mouth.

Are you going senile because you're turning thirty soon? Stop smoking so much, you bastard.

Platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. Cha I-deun, a familiar face you had briefly dated and broken up with, stood there.

...Why are the two of them together?

Hey, come over here. Don't just stand there like an idiot.