episode_0057

“Threats, kidnappings, assaults, and human trafficking… He must have been hiding like a rat, because he was doing these things in the city center and still running a private loan business.”

ㅡ Huh? Team leader, did you call me?

“I didn’t call. The ‘mouse’ continues to monitor the target.”

7:00 pm.

Ban Harin was sitting on an old desk, reading a thick stack of documents while answering a teammate’s words coming from an earpiece.

A time when the red sunset descends like fog. The bright yellow light of the sunset softly comes in through the window of the small office.

The glow of the sunset on Ban Harin’s side face turns her blemish-free cheeks red.

She frowned subtly, perhaps because the sunset tickling one of her eyes was annoying, and put down the documents she was holding on the desk.

An office with a quiet and heavy atmosphere, like the departing sunlight.

In a place that reminded me of a cup of bitter Americano, Ban Harin took a look around the office with his eyes turning golden.

Drop… drop…

Red blood is covering the shabby office.

Like bright red paint accidentally spilled on pure white drawing paper,

As if the sunset that came through the window clumped together and fell to the floor.

There was a puddle of blood that was almost splattering and gave off a fishy, iron smell.

Drop… drop…

And, on top of the pool of blood, men with strong physiques were lying helpless, like summer insects that someone had swatted away with a fly swatter.

They are members of an organization called [Heukbungpa], who have a ‘black goldfish tattoo’ engraved somewhere on their bodies.

Ban Harin quietly looked down at the members of the Black Bung Sect, who were soaked in a pool of blood and bleeding.

“…With the goldfish submerged in water, I feel at ease. Doesn’t it feel like it’s returned to its original place?”

“Ugh… crazy bitch…!”

At her muttering, the man leaning against the office wall cried out as if he was vomiting blood.

The sight of him covering the hole in his stomach, covered in cold sweat, does not show any sign of intimidation.

Park Cheol-woo, the B-class hunter who led the Heukbung faction… no, he led it.

Not the veteran B-level hunter that others recognize, but a person who loves drinking and playing games, is dying quietly.

Park Cheol-woo gritted his teeth until blood came out as he looked at his subordinates who were becoming cold and hard.

(Knock. Are you.)

(Who are you?)

(Excuse me, but I came here to say goodbye.)

It’s only a few seconds.

The time it took for a beautiful woman to suddenly open the office door and swat away the members of the Black Bunga gang gathered there like bugs.

Everyone was gathered together and having an emergency meeting.

Because the three men I sent to Euncheon-gu yesterday did not return.

2 B-level hunters, 7 C-level hunters.

A power that is comparable to that of most small and medium-sized guilds.

But it all ended with a pistol that the woman took out like a toy.

(Bread, bread.)

The woman who opened the office door and entered confidently… seemed to lower herself for a moment, and then disappeared from the sight of all members of the Black Bungpa organization.

Without a single sound of footsteps. Like a ghost.

Takㅡ. Takㅡ. Takㅡ.

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Immediately after, a sound was heard from somewhere in the office.

A sound like solid plastic hitting each other.​

At first I didn’t know what that meant.

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Takㅡ. Takㅡ. Takㅡ.

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“Kek-!”

“Ugh!”

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Crash!

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A crackling sound and the small whispers of subordinates.

The sound of a person’s body falling to the floor.

Only then did Park Cheol-woo realize that the sound was that of a pistol with a silencer being fired.

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Click….. The sound of a magazine being replaced.

Just 0.3 seconds.

A chill went down my spine.

Park Cheol-woo, who barely grasped the situation, generated ‘Mana’ and turned his body in the direction of the sound.

It was a quick move like a B-class hunter, but there was nothing where I looked.

(Bread.)

And then, a woman who was crouching right in front of Park Cheol-woo and out of his sight, put all the remaining bullets into the man’s abdomen, whose body had not yet been strengthened.

It’s like… where and how to move to get out of sight of others,

Where should I shoot to take the opponent’s life with minimal effort?

The woman seemed to ‘see’ all of it.

So, for less than 10 seconds,

Everything was settled with well over 20 gunshots.

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“Oh… you crazy monster…!”

“This is not a mouth reserved for swearing.”

Ban Harin responded to Park Cheol-woo’s words flowing like blood.

A machine-like voice that does not reveal a single emotion cuts through the bullet marks in Park Cheol-woo’s abdomen like an awl.

It gives me goosebumps to see her act so calmly even though she killed someone.

Park Cheol-woo burst out laughing and looked down at his fingertips, which were shaking from the continued bleeding.

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What good is it if all the members of the Black Bung Sect are C-level hunters or higher?

Even if it spews fire from its mouth, even if its hands and feet turn to steel… what’s the use of that?

When not using ‘mana’, hunters are no different from ordinary people.

A human slightly stronger than the average person.

It doesn’t change the fact that you die if you get shot.

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Hunters are people too. And people die.

I had no idea that I would feel that obvious fact so painfully.

Park Cheol-woo looked up blankly at the woman sitting at the desk.

At least a grade A hunter specializing in interpersonal combat.

Yeah… that’s a hunter.

An existence for hunting humans, not monster hunting.

Why is such a monster targeting Heukbungpa?

I couldn’t figure it out.

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“……What happened to the subordinates who remained outside?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m probably the only one alive in this building today.”

“Ugh… That’s so damned… But, do you think you can get away with this? Since you started this shit in Seoul, the Hunter Association will wake up and find you and kill you.”

Words that can only be cursed.

But these words do not reach Ban Harin. The curse words that cannot reach anyone hover around the office in emptiness and are swept away by the sunset light coming from the window and disappear.

Sarah…

Soon, she got down from the desk and approached Park Cheol-woo without making a single sound.

A photo found on the desk was thrust in front of the weak B-class hunter, whose face was stained with fear.

This is a photo of Eunha working at a cafe with a smile as languid as the full moon.

“……I ask you again: Who gave the order to harm this woman?”

Backlight pouring in from behind the woman.

Her face was not visible because of the setting sun, which colored the office a soft red.

Only the brilliantly shining golden eyes are engraved in Park Cheol-woo’s mind.

Impressive vertically slit pupils that resemble those of a reptile.

The woman’s golden eyes, sparkling bright yellow lightning, ‘observe’ Park Cheol-woo.

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“Wow… it’s really bready.”

“Where did you learn those words?”

Same time.

Cheongryong Department Store 2nd floor, women’s clothing department.

Eunha, who came out of the locker room, responded bluntly to the mutterings of the bunny girl who was looking her up and down.

I am very bothered by tight-fitting T-shirts and jeans.

Maybe it’s because it’s not the puffy hoodie I’ve been wearing for the past month, but it’s embarrassing because it feels like I’m out in underwear.

Eunha adjusted the scarf around her neck and kept leaning towards the dressing room.

“Oh my, I really like you~! You have such a great body that wearing slightly tight clothes doesn’t look out of place! Also, how about this cardigan?”

The clerk who was waiting next to Eunbang-ul made a fuss and praised Eunha.

I don’t know if it’s a ploy to sell things or if they’re sincere, but I wish they would stop.

Instead of finding a weapon I liked, I ended up getting hit with a mace by a shy mannequin at a weapons store.

At the women’s clothing store she headed to, Eunha had to become a machine that changed out of the clothes given to her by the girl and came out of the locker room.

The numerous women’s clothes lined up on hangers in the store were customers waiting for Eunha to wear them.

Bangul was a brilliant conductor who decided the order of the clothes.

And even the store staff who liven up the atmosphere by catching the breeze next to you…

Eunha made me realize once again how difficult shopping was.

I’d rather have my blood drawn on the blood donation bus.

“Um… that’s all good, but why are you still wearing a scarf?”

“It’s because my throat feels empty. It’s no big deal.”

“…Well, I like it! The hanger is pretty, so it goes well with anything! It’s too bad you can’t take pictures at the department store.”

The girl’s eyes, sparkling like the Milky Way, are uncomfortable.

In the end, Eunha, unable to withstand their gaze, went into the locker room, saying she would change again and come out.

But right away, Eunbangul comes running to the locker room with new clothes.

“Try this on too!”

“Ah… right. But can I just try it on like this at the department store?”

“I bought everything she’s wearing so far, right? I can’t wear all the clothes I have at home anyway.”

“……aha.”

For some reason, the clerks next to me kept catching wind.

Those clothes are trendy, these clothes are trendy, those clothes are also trendy… What on earth is fashion?

Prison…

The bunny girl, who hung her newly brought clothes on a hanger in the dressing room, fell into Eunha’s arms and hugged her waist tightly in the cramped dressing room.

Perhaps because the clothes were thin, the body temperature of the girl in my arms was warmer than usual.

Eunbangul buries her face in the soft chest of Eunha, who by all accounts is on the larger side, and takes a deep breath.

“Haa… I love you so much… You’re still not wearing underwear.”

“It’s not uncomfortable without it. Do I have to wear it?”

“Hmm… That’s right! My sister has [Self-Healing], so I don’t have to worry no matter how much she grows!”

I’m not sure what I’m worried about, but Bell said it was soft and he liked it, so I decided to skip it.

Just like that, the girl snuggled into Eunha’s chest with her white rabbit ears prickling, and then left the locker room with a powerful smile like a robot vacuum cleaner with recharged batteries.

He looks full of energy after hanging out with Eunha alone for the first time in a long time.

Eunha looked at the back of the rabbit girl leaving and raised the corner of her mouth faintly.

‘You’re always cute when I see you… I’ve known Bell for 4 years already.’

We met 4 years ago, and it’s already been 3 years since we started working together at the cafe.

Although time seems slow, it is fast.

Like a person who feels like this weekend is coming slowly, but is watching the calendar turn over in the blink of an eye.

Eunha felt her heart warm as she thought of the rabbit girl who always came to her with warmth.

I have a deep connection with the girl.

After all, our first meeting was quite intense.

Fall to death. Rainwater hitting your cheek. small voice.

Pure white rabbit ears. person lying down

(……please save me…)

Is that why?

Eunha wanted to be with the girl and do whatever the girl asked her to do.

Even now, even though ‘those’ at the department store are trying to take Eunha’s life, isn’t she continuing to shop to enjoy flirting with Bangpolli?

okay. The girl is like,

Like the dazzling Milky Way embroidered in the pitch-black night sky,

It’s like a star that you can see before your eyes, but no matter how much you stretch out your hand, you can’t reach it.

So, as far as the moment with Eunbangul… I didn’t want to be disturbed by anyone.

‘… … Good things are good, right? Let’s change quickly and come out. A drop awaits.’

Eunha made her usual smiling face and quickly took off her clothes to change into new ones.

When I take off the scarf around my neck, I see a blue bruise from the nape of my neck to my collarbone.

I chewed my lip as I remembered the dizzying pain I felt when I was hit with a mace in a weapons store.

A mannequin without joints had great strength.

I almost wanted to ask where he worked out.

‘Tsk… my neck doesn’t turn.’

The broken cervical vertebrae may not have healed properly, so the neck does not turn. Is this what it feels like if you have a severe herniated disc in your neck?

Because of this, it is very difficult to put on and take off even a single piece of clothing. If you move your shoulder incorrectly, a thrilling nerve pain goes up your neck as if you were electrocuted.

It hurts but it’s bearable.

Think of it as getting a free electric massage.

However, even though I could endure the pain, it was difficult to change clothes because my body did not move properly.

Eunha wrapped a scarf around her neck to cover the bruise, then carefully stuck her head out of the dressing room.

The clothes I’m wearing right now are so tight that it’s hard to take them off.

I’m sorry, but I’m thinking of asking Bang Bang to help me return home.

“excuse me……”

“Do you need help?”

And, let’s stick our heads out of the locker room.

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‘Something’ with the whole body bent at a strange angle,

I was standing in front of the locker room, letting out a blood-curdling voice.

It pops up every chance it gets.

Eunha felt a sharp sense of dizziness.

“Do you need help?”

Limbs and limbs with broken bones, like someone who fell from a high place.

Strangely twisted waist.

‘That’ outfit was identical to the uniform worn by the store’s employees.

White breath flows out in the air that suddenly becomes cold.

“…Okay, help me change my clothes.”

Excited. Excited.

Suddenly, Eunha, who had calmed down her heart that had begun to beat rapidly, looked at the department store uniform that ‘that person’ was wearing and said.

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4. Please answer the staff’s questions as much as possible.

– Anything you can say is fine.

– We simply recommend that you do not ignore department store employees when they ask you questions.

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– If you do so, our staff will provide you with appropriate assistance.

– Our department store is working to provide more efficient customer service.

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I need to change my clothes, but my neck won’t move.

I wanted to lend a hand to the cat, but it just so happened to work out well.

『I will help you. I will be a friendly staff.』

“Thank you. You work hard even though you are not feeling well. Do you think the department store welfare system is good?”

Eunha called ‘that’, who was approaching with flailing arms and legs, into the dressing room.

I succeeded in changing my clothes with difficulty by moving my stiff neck.

The skill was surprisingly good.

So, with the help of ‘that’, Eunha changed into a few more clothes that Eunbangul gave her.

Perhaps because it was a high-end department store, all the clothes were pretty.

It was difficult shopping, but somewhat satisfying.