Marco blinked blankly. His thoughts jumbled as if there was a system error. 

‘Why is he taking out Specter-nim’s mask? Is he cosplaying?’

That guy was acting like he was Specter himself. The wavering darkness prowled around him as if in search of prey. 

‘But I thought Specter-nim was recuperating in Korea…’ 

And there was no way he was as laid-back as that guy. Specter was a lofty being that was a role model and guide for all Players. 

‘You’re telling me that a man like Specter could sleep on a haystack in a shabby barn with a bunch of orphans?’

Marco slowly shook his head. No matter how much he had underestimated him, he was not like Specter at all. 

“...It makes no sense.”

It didn’t make sense. Of course, it wouldn’t make sense. But why did he feel hope blooming in his chest as he stared at the man’s back?

The coat suddenly felt heavy on his shoulders. “I’m not very smart, so I’m not sure what’s going on…” 

But if he really was Specter…

“Please… Please save my siblings!” Marco cried, wiping away his tears. 

Seo Jun-Ho held out his right hand and made the ‘ok’ sign.

***

“...” One of Torres’ eyebrows was twitching. It had started when the insect in front of him had pulled out Specter’s...