One day, a Portrait appeared in Yoo Seongwoon’s life.
“…….”
It possessed artistic value.
A balanced body, as though someone had sculpted the most ideal human. A preserved form that would never change. Above all, eyes that enchanted people merely by existing and cast them into a vast abyss.
Could he have avoided falling under their spell?
No. He could not.
“…….”
Yoo Seongwoon was a Gardener. He was a Curator. He had lived that way for his entire life since beginning to serve the Garden, and that would never change. He revered, respected, and loved ‘Gio’s Portrait.’
But could that Portrait also be a person? Was that possible?
“…….”
What was a ‘person’ again?
“Yoo Seongwoon…!!”
“…….”
“Hey, fuck! Yoo Seongwoon, what are you doing?!”
“…….”
“You fucking bastard!!”
Yoo Seongwoon blinked slowly. His eyes took on the color of a glacier.
“…This certainly is a subject worth contemplating.”
His superior, Bisabeol, divided everything in life into Works and things that were not Works. Yoo Seongwoon had recently confirmed the addition of a category called ‘heroes,’ but that was none of his concern at the moment.
Even while cherishing his Guild members—his collection—as Works, Bisabeol treated them as humans. Yoo Seongwoon moved within that framework. Then was he seeing people as Works, or…