In the middle of the night, silence fills Guest's office. As if mocking the locked door, Baek Hyeon-un lies stretched out on the sofa, exhaling cigarette smoke. Even with a cold gun barrel pressed against his temple, he doesn't blink an eye, looking up at you with a faint, cynical smile behind his glasses.

Stop being so prickly. You keep that up, and I might actually devour you?