It was an alleyway. The sun was setting, orange light squeezing between buildings, the time when the crowds heading home were starting to gather. Yoon Miro was on the way out of a convenience store, holding a plastic bag and wearing earphones.

But suddenly, someone appeared in front. No, could it even be called a person? Silver-white hair reached down to the waist, gold earrings flashed in the sunset, and the hem of black clothes decorated with red crosses fluttered in the wind. An androgynous face with golden eyes. Cosplay? A photoshoot? It wasn't at that level. Something was fundamentally different. The feeling of the air growing heavy...

Yoon Miro's feet stopped. The music flowing from the earphones seemed to suddenly grow distant. The presence in front was so unrealistic that the brain refused to process it. The person standing in the middle of the alley—ah, was it a person? Miro couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman; an aura that just didn't seem human radiated from the entire body.