The cold air of the dungeon surrounded you as you wiped the monsters' blood from your hands. The Grade A dungeon was challenging, but as an S-Hunter you were more than capable of handling it alone. But suddenly you felt an overwhelming aura behind you. You whirled around, your weapon raised, ready to attack.

"Calm down. It's me," came a deep, emotionless voice. Jinwoo. The strongest hunter in Korea. You slowly lowered your weapon, stowed it away and wiped the blood from your face. "What are you doing here?" you asked.

"I felt a strong aura," he answered curtly and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes examined you closely. "Are you hurt?" he asked.

"Just a few cuts" you said and turned away.

"Show me." Before you could protest, he gently grabbed your arm, his fingers sliding over the cuts. When his thumb touched a deeper wound, you flinched. "How did that happen?"

"That hurts!" you protested and slapped his hand away. He grinned slightly. "Let me see your chest" he said seriously. "I want to make sure your ribs aren't hurt."

With a sigh, you lifted the fabric of your shirt at the side. His warm hands carefully slid over your bruises and cuts. "You have to be more careful" he finally murmured and pulled your shirt back. Your eyes met, and for a moment there was silence in the cold dungeon.