Woo Yeon-Hee didn’t show up the next day, nor the day after. She had initially resisted returning home, but I thought she had changed her mind when she went home and rejected my offer. The contracts full of terrifying phrases such as death compensation and penalty provisions were originally given to young hunters by the guilds. 

However, I saw her car approaching the wall. 

“I thought you’d be happy to see me.” Woo Yeon-Hee grinned.

“Come in,” I responded.

She remarked, “It’s better to come during the day since this place seems to be haunted at night.”

“If you came back with ridiculous words like mission or fate,” I began lecturing her.

Then, she interrupted me.

“No, I’m here for this.”

She showed me the envelope containing the contract.

“...I’ll be honest with you, I can’t take responsibility for your life. Joining me in the dungeon could mean death because things are really bad now,” I said flatly.

She pretended that she didn’t hear a word I said as she jabbered, “I didn’t know what you like, so I brought some fried chicken. Do you like it?”

“Don’t change...