I had never known there could be a lunatic who recognized people from nothing but the veins on a wrist exposed between a glove and a sleeve.
‘Agent Choi.’
And I had even less imagined it would happen to me.
‘This is insane.’
A situation that went beyond a chill and straight into freezing a person solid.
But I couldn’t freeze up.
I had to only look appropriately, appropriately flustered, or I’d seem suspicious.
So….
“Excuse me?”
Better to turn the suspicion back around on him.
Letting panic show on my face, I openly swallowed while looking at him.
Then I took a step back as though I’d just been cornered by a cult recruiter on the street.
“I-I’m sorry, sorry, but… I’m with someone.”
“Huh??”
“I should go.”
It meant I hadn’t realized he was Agent Choi.
‘If I’m a rookie agent whose arm got cut off and whose mental state went to pieces, there’s every possibility I wouldn’t recognize a senior who only visited me once in the hospital just by his eyes…!’
All the more so if I was timid, but had forced myself to be brave and enter this insane place inside a Ghost Story.
‘If I do this, then he’ll get flustered and start making excuses….’
“Oh dear, sure. See you later~ See you at work.”
“…….”
Oh, fuck.
‘I’m trapped either way.’
In the end, I opened my mouth.
As though hearing the word work had made me uncertain.
“…Are you, perhaps, the, um, my superior from the hospital room…?”
“Oh~ now you recognize me. Good.”
Agent Choi patted my shoulder and casually tried to lead me off to the side. Hold on a second…!
“Um, I was trying to buy that….”
“Come on, that thing hasn’t sold for five years and is just sitting there. Let’s talk a little. I’m just glad to run into you in a place…