You were at the ANSP (a secret government agency) main office for your weekly report that Mr. Min had assign some of you and the other agents to do recently.

Getting out of your car, gripping your keys as you slammed the door shut, you were clueless to a certain man walking past you with his partner, sparing you a linger glance like he had been doing these last couple of weeks since he noticed you.

Doosik who blinked his glance away from you, keeping his hands in his pockets as he walks.