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Stories of monsters.

If I collect the grudges of those who have reached the end one by one, will I be able to escape from the boring [Black Book]?

Let’s try it first and think about it. Just act like you normally do.

I thought positively.

“Hey, how did that happen?”

『… … .』

Eunha spoke to ‘something’ sticking its head out from the veranda railing.

… … .

August 17th.

Until next holiday, 2 more days.

August passes by slowly, with no time passing by.

Grumbling…

Eunha woke up from bed with a refreshed mind as most of her stress went away today.

I stretched lazily and twisted my sore back. I turned off the air conditioner and looked around the quiet bedroom.

Items placed on the shelf next to the bed.

An old jigsaw, a bone flute, and a choker with yellow bells.

And the more I look at it, the more I feel at ease with it.

‘Things keep increasing… I wonder if I should at least buy a display case.’

I stretched out my hand with a complicated heart.

After thoroughly wiping away the dust that had accumulated overnight with the tissue left at the bedside,

I pick up the choker that [Doll Girl] gave me and get up from the bed.

A square mirror hung on the bedroom wall.

Eunha stopped in front of him and looked at herself carefully.

… … .

I feel this every time I look in the mirror.

Even with the [Self-Healing] skill, it has changed quite a bit.

Sigh…

A finger without calluses sweeps the mirror.

From top to bottom.

Black hair mixed with sunset colors.

Two dots under the left eye.

Through the hair that falls down to the chest,

I look at the body that my eyes are focused on without realizing it.

‘… … It looks similar to the body I saw at first glance when I was sucking wisdom from an old man in the park.’

A body that grows every time it gets injured and recovers.

Or the body returning to its ‘original state’.

Complexity is mixed in Eunha’s smile.

‘Well, let’s think of it as a growth period.’

Eunha was quietly looking at the mirror.

After a moment of contemplation, she tied the choker she had received as a gift from [Doll Girl] around her neck.

snap…

It’s perfect.

Last time, it was difficult to even speak because it was so small that I felt suffocated.

Now, it clings to my neck as if it were something just for Eunha.

I wonder if it has something to do with the new rules for [Doll Girl].

I don’t feel like I’m going crazy at all.

It seems that wearing an item given by a ghost does not necessarily mean that it will be mixed up.

Black leather choker with bright yellow bells.

Unlike a jigsaw or flute, this is an item that is not strange even if you wear it on a daily basis.

Since you never know when another accident might occur, wouldn’t it be okay to wear a choker on a regular basis?

It’s probably okay.

If you make a mistake, you can use the ‘escape button’ in a place where no one can see.

Eunha tapped the bell on her choker and left the bedroom with light steps.

“Hmmm~ Hmmm~ Hmmm~.”

Today is a weekday.

Leisurely commute time.

Today again, I put the raw meat that the [animal] left on the living room table into the freezer.

I patted my aching back and came out to the veranda.

Cool air that didn’t feel like summer greeted her.

“Phew… Hello.”

『… … 』

The galaxy looked up at the blue sky with puffy clouds flowing by,

I spoke to ‘something’ sticking its head out from over the veranda railing.

『… … .』

Even though we are looking at each other face to face, the facial features of ‘that person’ cannot be expressed.

A delicate hand grasping the railing. Beautiful appearance.

A woman who sheds bright red bloody tears non-stop.

But such information, like a sandcastle swept by waves, escapes from the galaxy’s mind without a trace.

Eunha felt refreshed by the disappearing memories and quickly adjusted her frown.

“People have to be quite expensive. Every night you come into my bed, the only time we have time to talk is in the morning.”

『… … Get dressed.』

“I’m going to take a shower anyway. And this is my house.”

‘Something’ stares at the choker around Eunha’s neck.

Thanks to that monster, half of the stress that builds up day by day disappears after one night of sleep.

Maybe he is the strangest person who is most helpful to her after the old security guard.

“By the way, what happened to the time you lent me your lower body last time?”

『Well written. Lend me again.』

“With bare mouth?”

An ordinary conversation with a downstairs neighbor.

Eunha, leaning on the railing, quietly lowered her head.

A parking lot with a lonely gray van came into view at a glance, and if you look away from the parking lot, there is a security office that is brightly lit even in the morning.

Eunha carefully looked down at the elderly security guard who was sorting out the trash from the apartment one by one.

Bags of soiled trash in a trash can near the security office.

Leftover thread, broken needle.

A broken humidifier with bug-infested holes all over the place, and several clay dolls that were messily cut into pieces.

Even monsters throw away trash…

A smile filled with admiration flows out from the smell of people that I accidentally discovered.

Rustling…

At that time, the elderly security guard picked up a pitch black plastic bag among the garbage bags.

What’s in there?

“… … Oh.”

Like that, Eunha was watching the elderly person separate waste with an excited look on her face.

Looking at the plastic bag the old man picked up…

He quietly lowers the corners of his mouth.

Rustling…

A black plastic bag that looks heavy even from a distance.

Between the tightly tied knots,

Someone’s arm is sticking out as if showing off.

‘… … Was today the day to throw away combustible trash?’

Eunha, struggling to maintain her composure, checked the calendar.

A hand sticking out between a plastic bag.

Just looking at a piece of meat that has rotted in the summer weather makes me feel rotten.

After all, this apartment is not a place for people to live.

Eunha covers her mouth with one hand and coughs in frustration.

“Cough…!”

and,

Immediately after,

The hand sticking out of the plastic bag moves its fingers,

Points to the galaxy.

“… Wow. What is that again?”

This apartment is so eco-friendly that the trash is alive and moving.

House prices will be expensive.

Eunha shrugged her shoulders due to the chill she felt for a moment, but did not panic and waved her hand toward the plastic bag.

It was too late to check the [Black Book]. Let’s just enjoy it.

Then, ‘something’ hanging on the veranda railing begins to look at the galaxy like a crazy person.

『Crazy Cow.』

“I think it’s normal. In this apartment.”

『Probably not.』

Tsk tsk.

Soon after, the veranda monster clicks his tongue and pats Eunha’s big chest for no reason and goes downstairs.

The presence disappears along with the sound of a person climbing down the railing.

… … What is it? feel bad.

Goi thinks it’s okay to say anything.

The worry was short-lived.

Eunha was quietly looking at the ‘evacuation ladder’ installed in the corner of the veranda.

Without hesitation, she walked to the kitchen, took out some sesame oil from the cupboard, and began to carefully spread it on the balcony railing.

“I should apply it again before going to bed.”

A peaceful morning.

I want to win over my neighbors even a little, so I’m a little short on time to get to work because I’m doing useless things.

An elderly security guard, adjusting his guard hat in the pouring heat, throws a black ‘plastic bag’ into the food trash can with a friendly smile.

Peaceful Morning Star Apartments.

Eunha put down the used sesame oil in the corner of the veranda and returned to the living room, humming a familiar nursery rhyme.

… … .

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※Guide to a harmonious apartment culture※

1. This guide was created to encourage a harmonious neighborhood life for all Saetbyeol Apartments residents, including you.

– This guide is distributed free of charge to all apartment residents.

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​5. If there is excessive noise between floors, contact the apartment security office.

– It would not be wise to go directly upstairs and ask questions.

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6. One out of two is broken!

– It’s great to live here!

– But it’s scarier than a department store!

– cancellation! Cancel the above! Why can’t I fix this?

– I’m bored! Please take a different elevator sometimes!

7. Separate recycling is important.

– Please dispose of combustible and non-combustible waste separately.

– Proper etiquette and living habits create a proper apartment culture.

– Occasionally, food waste is placed in the recycling area.

– Please do not touch it carelessly and contact the security office.

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“I wrote a guidebook and there is a guy writing a diary… I have to tell the elder.”

After a while.

After checking [The Black Book] and getting ready for work, Eunha walked out the front door, dragging a heavy suitcase.

Even though morning has come, the 9th floor hallway is filled with shadows everywhere.

Eunha looks up at the dark ceiling and walks to the elevator, adjusting the leather choker around her neck.

Grumbling…

The suitcase, whose contents were increasing day by day, made a heavy sound of wheels.

“Nari Kang is going to work today, so you have to work hard… Huh?”

Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow.

And, Eunha, who was walking without thinking,

On the stairs next to the elevator… I frowned at the sight of a pure white ‘something’ rushing down.

‘Stuffed doll?… Did [the doll girl] come and go?’

Eunha turned her head to check if the doll had fallen in the hallway.

But the floor is clean.

without anything,

Clean.

“… … What is it, from the morning.”

A strange feeling that is difficult to explain.

Eunha slowed her steps due to the feeling of discomfort in the back of her mind.

My steps are slower than before.

But moving forward is the same.

Eunha went to work with a positive mind.

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[Rare Hunter Protection-Kill Department], Team 1.

Team leader Ban Harin.

She has a lot of worries.

“Huh? Mr. Eunha. That choker is pretty. Where did you buy it?”

“Someone I know gave it to me as a gift.”

“You look great with Eunha! Of course, cafe latte.”

“… Nari Kang? What does it mean?”

‘Rabbit Latte’, a cafe run by Eunbangul.

The voices of women telling affectionate stories in the kitchen tickle Ban Harin’s ears.

There are no raisers nearby.

No suspicious movement seen.

clear.

Today too, Ban Harin, who was sitting at the same table as usual and tapping away at his laptop, wiped his expressionless face out of habit.

… … .

‘Why do I feel like I’m short on manpower recently?’

What comes to mind is an attack that took place on a holiday.

An act of terrorism committed by a forced hunter of the [Blue Dragon Family].

At that time, Ban Harin could do nothing.

(The Hongryong Guild is currently carrying out official duties. [Euncheon Park] is under lockdown, and the guild leader forced to search the inside of the park alone.)

(For the last time, get out of the way.)

(By the way, there happens to be a woman hiding like a rat on the rooftop of a nearby building… You are the guardian of the ‘rare hunter’ the guild leader mentioned.)

was attacked

With the assistance of ‘Mouse’, he struck down all of the Red Dragon guild members who had drawn their weapons first.

Minor injuries. However, the battle can continue.

After organizing the surroundings, Ban Harin hurriedly ran to Eunha.

and…

Everything was over.

The ending states that Kang Do-han died after being crushed by a blue dragon statue.

Eunha and Eunbangul are safe,

Director Ko Young-in personally rushed over and put an end to the commotion.

That’s how it ended.

Ban Harin was left with many questions.

Instead of approaching Eunha, he quietly retreated back.

‘I… why then…’

I don’t understand.

Why couldn’t you figure out Kang Do-han’s movements?

Why were the remnants of a mid-sized guild able to find themselves in hiding?

‘Why did I… fight against the Red Dragon Guild instead of running straight to Eunha?’

Inability to understand.

However, there is no problem.

The repeated ‘why’ leads me to search for a reason.

But when we finally arrive, only regret remains,

The hesitation that has turned into ‘maybe’ is holding Ban Harin back.

I want to protect the galaxy.

I don’t want you to get hurt anymore.

But I can’t.

Ban Harin gently pressed his throbbing left eye as if it was about to explode.

“Eunha, how about this? Let’s change the menu now! Just because ‘Eunha’s Milk Coffee’ sells much better than cafe latte?”

“What about my shame?”

“Come now?”

Eunbangul’s proud voice and the sight of Eunha pulling the girl’s bunny ears with a smiling face.

Was the distance between those two people this far?

I sat down at the table and bit my lip.

… … .

The feeling of being manipulated by something invisible.

The feeling of being separated from Eunha at an important moment and having no choice but to take care of things.

It can’t go on like this.

I promised to protect the galaxy even at the cost of my life.

Banharin closed his laptop and stood up.

“Huh? Mr. Banharin. Where are you going?”

“I will go to work for a while.”

She adjusts her black suit and walks out of the cafe with strides.

… … .

There is one fundamental cause of Ban Harin’s current problem.

Shortage of manpower.

Gaps are emerging in areas that Ban Harin was not ‘aware of’.

Protective surveillance of the galaxy, identification of people around,

Every single recent call and text message.

Moreover, the identities of all customers who visit the cafe are checked every day.

Even though she is an A-level hunter, she does these things alone…

It’s also very difficult to deal with while monitoring the galaxy.

It’s not difficult, but it’s hard.

It is natural to reduce sleep even after surveillance is over.

Lately, I can’t sleep even 3 hours a day.

The situation would be similar for the ‘mice’ in charge of night surveillance.

‘… … Wait… if you think about it, why were you doing the team’s work… alone?’

Discomfort.

Starting in May,

A feeling of discomfort that gradually grows like a snowball.

‘why? ‘Who are the other team members…?’

And, finally,

The sense of discomfort caused by his inflated body casts a shadow over Ban Harin’s cold eyes.

Beep–.

After leaving the cafe, Ban Harin called his teammate.

A drop of bright red blood flows from his throbbing left eye.

“Me. Please answer ‘mouse’.”

ㅡ Umm… Why~ Tim Jean… I was sleeping…

“… That’s it.”

ㅡHuh?

Beep–.

‘Mouse’ is the same as usual.

Ban Harin hung up the phone and called another team member.

Team members call him ‘Owl’,

A team member who closely monitors Eunha’s side along with Ban Harin.

Tooru……

A little bit of waiting.

Ban Harin, riding in his car, touches the steering wheel with unknown anxiety.

ㅡ … … … clear.

I received a call.

It is the voice of ‘Owl’.

Grumpy!

‘Ban Harin’s eyes shine golden after using the skill.

“Me. ‘Owl’ please answer.”

ㅡ … … … This is an owl. What’s going on, team leader?

“Please see recent activity details.”

ㅡ Ugh. okay…

An ‘owl’ who explains his work without hesitation in response to Ban Harin’s questions.

clear

Same as usual.

“… … .”

The voices of team members. accent.

Detailed speaking habits…

Ban Harin, who ‘observed’ it all,

I rub my goosebumps on my arms and swallow quietly.

ㅡ Team leader, what’s going on? I don’t like the color of my face.

“… … I have a question.”

She wiped the blood flowing from her left eye and asked the question again.

Put your cell phone to your ear.

Listening to the voices of team members.

Own car, sit in the driver’s seat.

“… … no. no. I will contact you again later.”

ㅡ Yes. Cheer up, team leader.

And it stops.

Because I heard something strange.

It stops here.

“I will contact you later.”

Pirorongㅡ.

I hung up.

Hurry.

Boo…

And then, without saying a word, I drove the car and started heading towards the Hunter Association.

… … .

A small sense of discomfort.

Increasing doubts.

The location of the galaxy that I keep missing,

Strange things happening around her.

Maybe it’s useless.

It may be a scrape.

However, there are still people who sacrifice their lives to protect them.

I want to stop regretting.

‘Eunha…’

It has already begun.

From the moment I checked Hunter Kim Song-ah’s CCTV in May.

Perhaps, the water has already been spilled.

(It’s a waste. I opened my eyes and then stopped.)

Like water pouring into a glass cup overflows,

As if struggling not to drown in the overflowing water.

Banharin drove the car.

‘Eunha… what the hell are you…’

Her expressionless face,

It is distorted with worry for Eunha.

… … .

… … .

… … .

ㅡ Team leader, what’s going on? I don’t like the color of my face.

A phone call with ‘Owl’.

Conversation over the phone.

ㅡ … … Face color. not good.

That says.

Not a phone,

In the back seat of a car.

Ban Harin heading to the Hunter Association cannot see,

Close behind the driver’s seat.

ㅡ … … Are your eyes open?

That says.