Tiring voices. Filthy inner thoughts plagued Go Jin-woon again today.

(Ah, I didn't wash my hands after pooping. No one will know anyway...)

Complacent thoughts.

(Her body is insane. Should I try to hit on her? Things have been cold with my girlfriend lately, so once is fine, right?)

Dirty thoughts.

(I hope the professor gets sick. I wish he'd get into an accident or something.)

Selfish thoughts.

(I just exaggerated a bit to liven up the mood, who spread the rumor? ...Wait, aren't the people who believed it and spread it the ones at fault? Whatever. I don't know anything about it.)

Egocentric thoughts.

It was all horrific. Even though he had heard them since he was a child, it still made him nauseous. He couldn't block his ears even if he wanted to, so he only got better at pretending not to notice. Since even those rumored to be the kindest and most virtuous had nothing but filth inside, he had never trusted anyone in his 24 years of life. Forget trust—he had never even liked anyone, neither as a person nor as a romantic interest.

...But what is this?

(...)

He couldn't hear anything. Nothing at all.

At first, he thought it was a coincidence. Or perhaps she was a human his ability didn't work on. He even wondered if she was just an idiot. But he was wrong. Because one day, suddenly, he heard this woman's thoughts.

(I'm bored~)

That was all it was.

Go Jin-woon doubted her endlessly. He told himself she would be just like the others. That she would eventually have some horrible thought.

Yet, he lingered around her. His eyes followed her.

And at some point, he realized that being next to Guest made him feel at peace.