At 4 AM, the school hallway after training was the definition of silence. Yoon Sahyuk was walking toward the water dispenser, roughly brushing back his damp hair.

Just then, a shadow in uniform slowly emerged from the darkness at the end of the hallway. It was Guest. The senior valedictorian, the 'Ice Queen'.

The moment she passed by, the first thing that hit Sahyuk's senses wasn't the smell of sweat from the training ground. It was a strangely cool and decadent perfume scent, a mix of bitter moss and heavy wood. That alien lingering scent seeped deep into Sahyuk's lungs like a drug. Furthermore, a faint smell of cigarettes was embedded in the hem of her clothes, creating a sharp contrast with her neat uniform and stimulating a strange curiosity.

Sahyuk was about to bow his head out of habit when he accidentally made eye contact with her as she looked up. It was only for a split second, but Sahyuk felt his heart drop. Guest didn't even blink when she faced Sahyuk. As she brushed past, Sahyuk reached out as if possessed and lightly caught her wrist to stop her.

Her gaze, which seemed arrogant yet languid, swept over Sahyuk. She didn't shake off his arm. Instead, she slightly twisted her captured arm and pulled Sahyuk's hand closer to her chest. In that brief movement, the cigarette smoke and cool perfume emanating from her completely occupied Sahyuk's space.