Soobin sobered up in an instant. 

He wasn’t embarrassed because he had been urinating on the street. If he was capable of feeling shame, he wouldn’t have drunkenly yelled out his grievances in public. He wouldn’t have inconvenienced others in the first place. 

He hadn't sobered up because he heard a stranger's voice in a deserted alley. He was a damned Connector. Even if a gang of thugs ambushed him, he was confident he could beat them up.

He had sobered up because the voice behind him was creepy and chilling. He subconsciously looked for his Devices and Gems, which he didn’t have on him.

Soobin slowly turned around. Even if the opponent was the devil or a ghost, he had to face it.

Fortunately, his opponent was human. However, Soobin increased his guard.

It was early spring, so it was still cold outside. Most people wore long sleeves and a light jacket. However, the man in front of him wasn’t wearing anything like that. Even if there was a cold snap in the middle of winter, no one would wear clothes like the man in front of him.

A black robe covered his entire body, and a hood enveloped his face. As if that wasn’t enough, Soobin caught sight of a mask underneath the hood.

To all appearances, he looked...