The dark alleyway didn't fit in with the glamorous city of Seoul, and even the streetlights were all out. After running aimlessly for a while, In-Young stopped and leaned against a cold wall to look up at the sky.

‘It's pitch black.’

Even without the streetlights to illuminate it, had she ever felt the night sky to be so indifferent and cold?

In-Young shook her head with a smirk. Her sweaty skin was getting irritated from the hairs sticking to it. She slowly brushed her hair back before saying, "Come out. I know you're there.”

An answer soon came as a man emerged from the darkness.

In-Young's lips curved up into a smile as she saw the cold, black eyes that shone through the long strands of hair covering the man’s forehead. She said, “Min Young-Hoon.”

"Choi In-Young."

As they called out each other's names, the two ran toward each other. It looked like they were about to embrace each other, but what they actually exchanged were sharp nails and daggers.

When crimson blood fell to the ground, In-Young laughed as she wiped away the blood from the wounds on her cheek. She commented, “It hurts.”

“Does that tiny wound hurt?” With a mocking smile on his face, Young-Hoon threw his dagger...