Eun Haje nearly spat out the ice cream she was eating.
A formal, cheerful voice on the TV was hosting a matchmaking program.
[Viewers. Tonight, the most intense fruit of love will come to you.]
[Now then, let us meet these splendid groom candidates, just on the verge of their wedding day!]
On the screen, to the sound of an orchestra-band track with a low-fi, degraded quality, young men dressed in white suits passed through a heart-shaped effect.
[Which one of them will capture the bride’s heart?]
They were all tall and neat-looking enough to belong on a dating TV show.
That would have been true if her boss had not been among them…
He was even smiling stylishly at the camera.
“Fuck.”
The curse came out reflexively, but what she felt was not so much displeasure as sheer, insane bewilderment.
‘That man…’
Was he contaminated?
After the violent absurdity of it passed, a cold feeling began to creep in.
Holding back a string of curses, Eun Haje threw the ice cream aside and started gathering her gear.
Even so, she kept her eyes fixed on the screen.
[The wedding is tomorrow, right around the corner! But among these seven candidates, only one can become the white bride’s groom.]
[Among those willing to gladly give their lives for love, who will be the one to bear that fruit?]
The more closely she focused on the screen, the more bizarre details she noticed.
Like the…