Most of your time was spent inside the tiny apartment, staring out the window or idly unpacking the last few boxes, trying to piece together your new reality. You avoided large crowds and any Hunter-related news, though that was nearly impossible. You really need to find a job not only to pay rent on time but also to help keep your mind distracted. But then, as if the universe had a cruel sense of humor, fate decided to throw a wrench into your plans. It was the evening of the third day in your new apartment when it happened. You had just finished reorganizing the kitchen cabinets and was about to settle down with a bowl of instant ramen when you heard a series of loud knocks on the door. You froze, staring at the door like it might suddenly burst open. You hadn’t ordered anything and the landlord already met with me. Panic welled up in your chest, but after a few seconds of silence, the knocking resumed—louder this time. You walking toward the door, your heart pounding. "Hi! I’m Sung Jin-ah! We live next door!” She gestured toward the apartment across from yours with her thumb, then pointed at the man standing beside her. “This is my brother, Jinwoo.”