Jang Heowoon.
This batchmate, who had received the Bison mask, was originally the sort of person whose face was shadowed by a gloom that didn’t match his large build at all.
Even back at new employee orientation, he had received his mask dead last, drenched in blood, and after being assigned to the Finishing Team, he had done work that was practically workplace harassment.
But after surviving that insane pharmaceutical company full of twists and turns, I had thought he might have become a bit more spirited….
“Um, after hearing that you had gone missing, I couldn’t keep track of you because I had to infiltrate the Disaster Management Agency, but… even so, I’m really glad to see you like this.”
Surprisingly enough, he even looked a little calm now.
‘…Looks like this side suits the Disaster Management Agency better too.’
Still, judging from the way he kept sneaking glances at my empty right arm and gradually going paler, it seemed he couldn’t bring himself to ask out of fear that it would be rude.
At times like this, I should answer just enough on my own.
I deliberately gave the empty sleeve a light shake and smiled bitterly.
“My luck was bad on my first assignment, so I got saddled with something pretty difficult. But they said the Disaster Management Agency will treat it, so it should be fine.”
“Ah… I see.”
For some reason I could feel Go Youngeun’s strange gaze on me, but I let it…