Horns sprouting from his head. Strange skin, gray irises, and slitted pupils. By any measure, not something you could call human. “Chu Yeong-yeon?” I knew who he was. I’d seen that face before—hard to forget. Even in that wrecked state, the original features don’t just vanish; recognizing him wasn’t hard. “You’ve gotten real weird while I wasn’t looking, huh?” “You...
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