Precisely midnight.
“What was the rainforest you called your homeland like?”
Although Yoo Seongwoon was too busy to attend, the hallway meeting began without fail.
“You appear happy whenever you speak about that place.”
“It unquestionably makes me happy.”
Today’s Gio, adorned in splendid hides and ornaments as he hung from the Portrait beyond the Frame, was naturally Argio.
“Is that not what a homeland means?”
“It certainly is a word capable of inspiring many emotions.”
Juhyeon smiled awkwardly.
“More importantly, when you remain like that…”
“What?”
“You look more frightening than usual.”
“……”
Halfway out of the Portrait and lying upon the table, Gio slowly raised himself.
“…Am I frightening?”
“You resemble a stereotypical ghost.”
“What ghost could possibly be as handsome as I am?”
“That is true.”
Yet the stature radiating from Gio’s Portrait crushed his outward beauty. The fact that most members of the Collectors felt terror before they even noticed Mr. Seo Gio was handsome served as proof.
Feeling somewhat sorry to say that aloud, Juhyeon spoke vaguely.
“That is simply… how it is.”
“Do the Collectors’ employees still fear me?”
“I tried to restrain myself, but that question was so unconscionable that my mouth opened of its own accord.”
“Very well. Let…