“I’ve never made you mistake that, have I.”
You’re just pretending not to know.
“…Well, I’ll give you that. Just keep playing butler like you always do.”
“You gauged the distance fine, and you’re the one who asked first…”
“Because you’re the one wearing that vague, wistful, icky face all day.”
Jioh tapped the ground with her foot.
So he had noticed. Baek Dohyun rubbed his cheek and smiled sheepishly.
“It’s just… Gyeon Lei—I think he’s someone I know.”
“Coming in hot? That’s new.”
“A hunch turned into certainty. And this isn’t about the future—it’s happening to us now. I can say it.”
“Mm.”
“You know the international terror group with Mad Dog, right? The Liberation Group. He’s one of theirs.”
There are thirteen “named” ones. From January to the Thirteenth Month. No nationality, no trace.
The only thing they have is… a purpose.
Global chaos—and “annihilation.”
“No names either. Like Mad Dog, they’re called only by nicknames. I think this time it’s…”
April among them.
The faceless Forger, “Trickster.”
A specialist in internal fractures and crowd-psychology warfare.
“Things around the…