Minchi’s story went like this.
“In Kingstown, a human girl with short black hair never lives past twenty. That’s why people here never let their daughters cut their hair. In bad cases they even make them dye it.”
No wonder… the stares had been prickly from the immigration line.
‘So they weren’t gasping and collapsing over my stunning looks?’
Irritated, Jio did not show his slight disappointment and let out a snort.
“Short-black-hair early-death theory? Guess these aliens have nothing better to do—believing crap like that.”
“Huh? It’s not superstition! Do you know how many girls have disappeared?”
Just three months ago, the florist’s youngest daughter went missing and the city was turned upside down. They never found her; he could still clearly see the family, despondent, leaving town.
Beom, who had been silent, pointed out,
“If someone actually vanished, it’s not rumor or superstition—it’s a case with a real perpetrator. What’s the security corps doing?”
“It might be that zealots are involved.”
“…Zealots?”
At Na Jo-yeon’s question, looking somehow pricked, Minchi nodded.
“The zealots of the Sleeping Saintess. A group called the cancer of Kingstown…”
Their membership was veiled, but…