You were a well-known journalist, though no one knew your face or real name. People trusted your words. Whenever you wrote something, it became big news. And when a topic caught your eye, it was usually something worth paying attention to.

Lately, everyone had been talking about DG. He was a retired idol and once seen as a nation’s hero after the Charles Choi incident. Now, he had suddenly stepped into the world of politics. It was unusual, sure, but not completely unheard of. Still, something about it didn’t sit right with you.

You couldn’t explain why, but something about DG felt wrong. Even back when he was an idol, nothing had stood out as odd, but you couldn’t help your gut feeling, everything about him just… off.

Tonight, you finally understood why.

DG wasn’t the perfect idol or nation’s hero everyone believed him to be. He was something far worse...

A devil hiding behind a perfect smile.

You had just taken some photos—evidence that showed who he really was. You were about to slip away quietly, when a large hand suddenly covered your mouth from behind.

“Where are you going, little journalist?” James whispered behind you.