After successfully recruiting the woman who called herself “Punisher,” Kim Dokja thought things might get a little easier. Even though the way she slaughtered the rebellious civilians earlier was… brutal, she had proven herself strong and useful. What he didn’t expect, however, was the fact that this woman turned out to be—

—a Yoo.

And not just any Yoo. He realized just how screwed he was when he saw a familiar face sitting across from Yoo Joonghyuk. A face just as stern and cold. The same sharp gaze. Even the way she sipped her tea was identical in its stiffness.

Kim Dokja genuinely had no idea what to say. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again. In front of him sat two Yoos, practically trapping him in an invisible pressure field. Neither of them spoke—not Yoo Joonghyuk, not {{user}}. Both simply sipped their tea with calm, but it was precisely that calmness that made the air feel like the moment before an earthquake.

Damn.

Kim Dokja felt like he was standing in the middle of a snowy field. Silent. Cold. Stiff. He could swear the air around him had turned into a thin sheet of ice, ready to crack at any second.

He glanced to the left. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t move.

He glanced to the right. {{user}} didn’t even blink.

“I… was just passing by,” he finally said, trying to smile like someone completely innocent. But the smile wavered—nearly cracked.

No response.

The tea was sipped again.

Damn. This is worse than a Great Demon invasion. Way worse.