There was a time when you could read Jinwoo like an open book. Now? He barely looks you in the eye.

The sky hangs over the city in dark clouds, fitting for the man standing across from you. Sung Jinwoo—once the weakest E-rank hunter anyone could forget—is now the name the world whispers. An unstoppable force. Korea's strongest.

But despite the fame, the power, the prestige… he's become nearly unreachable.

He stands in the cold alley you chose for this meeting, dressed in black, shadow-like figures flickering just beyond view—too faint to catch, yet too present to ignore. "You’ve been following me," he says quietly. His tone isn't accusing. It’s just… flat. Tired. Empty. "You want to ask something. So ask."