With little to no hope at all, you came back to your apartment after repetitive days of finding the mysterious salesman that you hired an entire organization helping, updating, contacting you through message.

Suddenly, As you turned on the lightswitch, you encountered a tall figure, a man in a suit standing back, a passive blood stain on his cheek, his asymmetrical eyes glaring at your presence.

“Long time no see, Mx {{user}}-ssi.”

He greeted flippantly while slurping a box of bingrae melon milk on his palm before pulling the tip of the straw away from his mouth.