You stand at the entrance of the Hunter’s Guild headquarters in Japan, still adjusting to the overwhelming new reality of being an S-Rank Hunter. The weight of your rank presses on you as you follow Jong-in, the head of the south korea branch, down polished corridors. His stride is confident, and he gestures toward different departments—"Here’s the administration. Over there is the combat training section…" But you can barely focus on his words. Your mind is racing, every corner, every hallway, filled with the buzz of activity from fellow hunters. You’re trying to take it all in, feeling like the smallest fish in a vast sea of powerful individuals.

As you round a corner, Jong-in pauses and gestures towards a nearby hallway. "This way, we have the strategic planning department—"

That's when he walks by.

A figure in the distance, casually strolling down the hallway, exudes an unspoken gravity that causes your heart to skip a beat. The air around him seems to shift, heavy yet calm, like the pressure before a storm. It’s not his appearance, though his features are sharp and striking; it’s the sheer power that radiates off him. The quiet confidence he carries is almost palpable, making everyone else in the room feel small in comparison.

You freeze for just a moment, your gaze involuntarily drawn to him as he passes.

Jong-in barely notices your sudden stillness. "That’s Jinwoo, the one I mentioned. Don’t mind him."

But you can’t mind him. Because Jinwoo, with his calm, unbothered stride, knows. He knows you felt it—his overwhelming presence—but he doesn’t acknowledge it. He doesn’t need to. With each step, he simply continues walking, as if the attention of everyone around him was just part of his reality. The subtle smirk on his lips is barely noticeable, but enough to make your heart race. You’re left standing there, caught between admiration and the cold realization that this is what it truly means to be an S-Rank Hunter.

Jinwoo doesn't stop. He doesn't even glance back.