-Jungwoo, have you eaten? Does your back still hurt a lot?

    -You didn’t tell anyone, right?

    -Jungwoo, are you sleeping? Why is there no reply?

    Ha-yeon Moon did not send messages all day. That was actually more scary.

    She texted me exactly every two hours. If there is no reply, a prompt comes every five minutes. From exactly 10 AM to 10 PM. He spoke to me as if he had set an alarm.

    How about this morning? I just said it was difficult to contact them because I had to go out and back, but I received a long reply with no end in sight.

    I didn’t know how lucky I was that he didn’t ask me to go out with him or say I would still contact him.

    Park Jeong-woo shivered from the unknown coldness he suddenly felt and trudged along without energy.

    Even though three days have passed, my back still hurts a lot, and I walk awkwardly and slowly. It was even a little comical to see him walking with his head held higher than usual and looking straight ahead.

    The fact that he was out for longer than he originally thought also contributed to his slow pace.

    Even though Hunter’s weapons dealer handled all kinds of items, bullets were not very common. Not only were there few hunters looking for it, but if they accidentally sold it to a civilian, it would be a big problem.

    He stopped by here and there in search of a weapon that was neither popular nor fashionable. In the end, we ended up in another neighborhood.

    Since we were out of bullets, there was no way we could sit still and wait for stock to come in.

    After looking at about three places, I came to the idea that I should just call first and then go. I was about to go to the bank when I heard that I would get a discount if I paid in cash.

    “You should save every penny.”

    He didn’t really have much.

    As I was running out of the part-time money I had saved up as a high school student, it was too much of a waste to miss out on the 5% discount just because I didn’t want to walk any more.

    4 pm. Spring was coming to an end, so the day was quite hot.

    In this weather, I wore a mask, sunglasses, and even the hat attached to my hoodie. Since I’m so wrapped up in a subject that isn’t even a celebrity, it would actually be more interesting if I didn’t get tired.

    The reason I started acting funny was a text message I shared with Ha-yeon Moon.

    -But. I’m just asking because I’m really curious, why did you choose me?

    -Why did you choose it? Do I really need to say it?

    -There is no other reason. I’m just curious.

    -Is it better for you to tell me?

    -yes. I would be happy if you did.

    -I like the height and face, and I don’t seem to have any experience looking around.

    The face was wrapped tightly, and the neck was so stiff that it couldn’t turn, which was the background.

    Since I like the face, I cover it tightly. It felt good to look around, so I fixed my gaze forward.

    I never understood the saying that height and face are preferences. But what can you do? To prevent a similar experience, I could have at least covered up the delivery box.

    Park Jeong-woo let out a hot sigh under his mask and walked up the stairs to the bank on the second floor.

    Ding dong~

    The automatic door opens. Even though it’s Seoul, it’s probably because it’s on the outskirts of Seoul. The bank was quieter than expected ahead of closing time. He took a number and sat down, enjoying the cooler air.

    He was distraught when he thought about his bank account balance, but his expression brightened a little at the foolish thought that everything would work out once he got in and out of the gate.

    ‘hmm?’

    His eyes roll under his sunglasses. Everyone sitting at the bank was glancing in the same direction.

    Park Jeong-woo unconsciously tried to turn his head, but then turned his entire shoulder to follow people’s gaze.

    Sitting there was a woman whose attire clearly did not suit a bank.

    *

    What stood out the most was, no matter what anyone said, she had gorgeous blonde hair. Straight, straight hair covered the nape of her neck. I don’t know if it was dyed or not, but whenever I lightly bobbed my hair, my shiny, wavy hair shook.

    Even though all you could see was her profile, her face was so beautiful that you could recognize it at a glance. Because of its thin lips and narrow eyes, if we were talking about animals, it would have to be said to look like a snake. The corners of his mouth, smiling lightly, looked quite sly.

    Of course, her appearance or hair color were not the decisive factors that made her look amazing. From the nape of the neck to the legs. The pitch-black clothes made of matching material revealed the curves of the body without filtering. Did you look at that outfit and say it was a rider suit?

    Just by looking at it, I could see the volume at a glance. Compared to Moon Ha-yeon, her breasts were small, but anyone standing next to her would have small breasts, so make an exception.

    Looking at it objectively, she has fairly large breasts and a healthy, slim waist. The wide pelvis and strong thighs attract attention.

    In fact, it was an outfit and body that would attract attention no matter where you saw it, not just at the bank.

    Her gaze, which had been fanning her hands while looking ahead, suddenly returned to me. He smiles and waves his hand. I realized that I had been staring at her without realizing it and quickly looked away.

    Again and again.

    I hear footsteps coming towards me.

    “Aren’t you looking at me too closely? If you have to turn your body to see, why are you wearing sunglasses~.”

    A voice is heard, as light as a bell ringing, yet sly. She flops down on the empty seat next to her.

    My body automatically flinched. I brought my knees, which were slightly apart, together, clenched the hands that were on top of them, held them close, and pressed my thighs tightly.

    “Well, it’s my first time seeing clothes like that. It’s amazing… .”

    “You weren’t looking at me, not the clothes?”

    As I lowered my head, her face suddenly came into view. She was looking up at me, bending over with a mischievous smile on her face.

    I don’t know what to do. I rolled my eyes under my sunglasses and tried my best to avoid her gaze.

    “It’s not like it gets worn down just because someone sees it. Is it okay if I speak honestly? It’s okay, it’s okay, I don’t plan on getting angry.”

    Could it be that I am being reported? Was it me who drew the red line, not Moon Ha-yeon?

    As my embarrassment hit the ceiling, I unconsciously moved to the seat next to me.

    “What, are you avoiding me now? Hey, it’s a joke. It’s a joke. They looked at me so clearly that I thought they were from a vigilante group or something. Are you really okay?”

    vigilante corps? When I heard her name coming through the door, I stopped and looked at her.

    Why did that name come up here and now? One more piece of information came into my already complicated head, accelerating the confusion.

    “Customer number one hundred and twenty-eight!”

    She, who had been comforting me step by step, turns her head. She smiled apologetically and patted my back. My entire upper body shook and a gasping sound came out.

    “Anyway, I’m sorry. I have to go now. If you can, don’t stay too long and just go today. It won’t be a very good day.”

    I slowly straightened my body, which was still leaning forward. Tap, tap, tap. I see her walking away.

    … Where have you seen this person? Why did you suddenly mention vigilantes? Is he really a criminal hunter?

    Cold sweat ran down my face. If that’s really the case, what should I do? Even now, Moon Ha-yeon, no. Should we call the vigilantes?

    I fiddled with my cell phone in my pocket and forced my head that wasn’t working. Under the mask, I could feel water droplets forming due to my rough breathing.

    The obsession with having to do something quickly dominates my mind. If I sit like this now, I will never be able to overcome my weakness. He may be captured by Moon Ha-yeon forever, and an article will be published saying that he is a fool who has S-class skills but hides them behind his colleagues… .

    “Aaagh!”

    It’s cliché, but a scream is just as urgent. I was so helpless and depressed that I didn’t even have time to hold on. I reflexively got up from my seat and hurriedly looked around.

    “Now, now. Everyone stay still. I don’t want to pierce this woman’s neck either, right?”

    What I saw in my shaking gaze was the woman from earlier. He went behind the bank desk and aimed a short dagger at the employee’s neck.

    An empty hand spread out in the air was much more dangerous than a sword being held. Blue electricity was crackling inside my white palm.

    “Huh, it’s a hunter!”

    “Call the police, no, call the vigilantes!”

    The quiet bank suddenly boils over with chaos. She looks at that figure with narrow eyes and takes a breath of humid air.

    “Quiet!!”

    The audience becomes quiet as if water had been poured on them. The dagger in her hand rattles leisurely. The sharp tip of the knife grazed, leaving a scratch on the trembling employee’s neck.

    “I don’t want anything else. If I take all the money I have here and come out, are you going to take it with me? I didn’t even cover my face. Do you know what this means?”

    He speaks while casually tapping his cheek with his sparkling fingers. This may have happened once or twice, and the words flowed out as naturally as water.

    A criminal hunter with his face uncovered. This simple list of facts meant two main things. one. That she is so strong that she has not been caught until now. two. Even now, I am confident that I can get out safely.

    Before I knew it, my trembling hand was touching the handle of the gun that was tucked into my waistband.

    … My dream is to become famous. However, there was one condition. Do good things and gain a reputation as a good hunter.

    To prove myself to the world and that I am a good person. Proving that it is useful.

    Although I knew that the judgment I made with my dizzy head couldn’t be right. Still, I was overcome by impulse.

    of course. There are no bullets. I was on my way out to buy bullets today. But, from this distance. Wouldn’t you be a little scared when you see a gun? Wouldn’t it be possible to buy some time, even just a little?

    Maybe, at this moment. This might really be my chance to become a hero. In an instant, going back and forth between the ceiling and the floor dulls my nerves even further. The adrenaline took over and I forced myself to stop my thoughts from becoming paralyzed.

    “Stop it!”

    At a speed that has never been achieved before. I took out my gun and pointed it at the woman. She was watching the quiet people with satisfaction, then calmly turned her gaze to look at me.

    “Why. To shoot?”

    her. really. Click your tongue as if you are dumbfounded. She pushes the employee in front of her to the side. He slowly clinks the dagger in one hand and looks at me.

    “It’s a gun. Looking at him, he just got his hunter’s license and looks like he can do anything. Stop it, right? Even though I’m kind, I’m not a saint enough to stay quiet even when my life is threatened.”

    “Do, stealing money is bad. If you quit now… .”

    hurry. Someone should report it quickly. I looked around at the people sitting nervously. I saw one or two people with their hands secretly on their phones.

    “Then. Is it good to stare at other people’s bodies? You were staring at me so much earlier. I thought you wouldn’t know if I was wearing sunglasses.”

    One corner of the mouth rises slightly, as if laughing. People who were quiet start talking again. When I was trying to explain that it wasn’t true, she suddenly interrupted me.

    “No, whatever happened. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have the right to say such things. Well, it’s a bit funny, right?”

    Laughter erupts from the people with their heads down. It was as if she was enjoying this situation. I look around at people leisurely, as if they don’t care about me.

    Open your arms that were down. It seemed like he was telling me to hurry up and shoot him. I tapped my chest.

    “In the first place, are you confident in shooting? If you miss, you’re the one who dies? You know there’s no time to reload, right?”

    “… I know too.”

    I spoke in a very solemn voice to avoid being caught lying. The hand holding the gun is shaking. He aims the gun at her chest, which is only a few steps away, and then moves slightly to the side.

    I had to take as much time as possible. There’s no way to undo what’s already been done, so one way or another. Just a little bit more.

    There is a strangeness in her eyes as she looks at me. I guess I have no intention of hiding my ridicule anymore. He speaks in a hushed voice.

    “Ugh. Do you even have time to look after it? My pride is hurt… . hey. Shoot. Quickly.”

    The inside of my mouth became dry. I turned around and saw someone hastily fiddling with their phone.

    What happens after you get caught? Did I take the time right? Because I wasn’t sure at all, I felt like tears would fall at any moment.

    Wouldn’t he take revenge for pointing a gun at me? Okay, then. I squinted at the window. If you throw away the gun and run away-

    Tick. Tuk.

    … It was a very meaningless sound. In her hand, which moved silently in front of me, was a magazine.

    “Hey.”

    She looks into the magazine. He touches the empty hole where the bullet should have been with his fingertip and looks at me with sunken eyes.

    “… What are you doing?”

    It was truly absurd. Anger could be seen in her twitching eyebrows.

    My grip became weak. A heavy piece of metal hits the wooden floor and makes a loud noise.

    “Ha, really. I’m going to see all the bastards getting into trouble… .”

    I threw the dagger in my hand to the floor. He grabs my collar.

    The crowd was engulfed in silence. Even the person who was fiddling with his phone was looking at me with blank eyes.

    Beyond the sunglasses, I could see her eyes that seemed to be burning. I closed my eyes tightly to prepare for the coming shock.

    The tips of the feet come off the floor.

    I was thrown against the wall.

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