The strange stories surrounding the Black Cloak were famous, but Juhyeon had never taken much interest in them.
‘There wasn’t any information I could access anyway.’
The Black Cloak, a Humanoid Monster that had appeared abruptly in recent months, had all information and traces concerning him managed by high-ranking researchers. Juhyeon, who had only just reached the rank of assistant manager, had no access to any of it.
But he did know one thing very well: the Black Cloak was some kind of Portrait.
“……”
“What is it? Have you been struck speechless by the sight of something so beautiful?”
“…Ah… You’re certainly… confident?”
“Should someone like me not overflow with confidence?”
“Well…”
The conversation felt so natural that it left him dumbfounded.
“…Are you really the Black Cloak?”
He was completely different from the image Juhyeon had known.
“I was told the Black Cloak speaks more stiffly.”
“That would be no fun. I know how to change myself to suit whoever I am speaking to. That is one of my talents.”
“I don’t quite understand what’s happening here.”
“Surprisingly, you are not dreaming. I would prefer it if you did not treat me as a hallucination.”
“…You don’t… seem to be one.”
His mind was still somewhat dazed, but the startled pounding of his heart told him that much.
“Why… Why are you here?”
“It felt as if someone were calling me.”
“At the very least, I didn’t call you…”
“Naturally.”
The Portrait, whose hood was pulled…