It was the hour when the sun went down.
The so-called hour between dog and wolf.
At that dusk, when shadows made it impossible to distinguish one from the other, two men whose outer skins were unmistakably human yet who were absolutely not human stood facing each other at the rear entrance.
Jin Gyeoul stood atop the low steps.
Beom stood below.
Their faces were dry as they stared at one another.
Cigarette smoke scattered from Beom’s lips as he leaned against the car.
The wind was blowing toward Jin Gyeoul.
When Gyeoul’s hair stirred in the gray-tinged evening wind, he looked like a god.
A male god who had fallen from paradise and become a murderer.
Jin Gyeoul’s lips twisted slightly.
It was a faint smile.
Languid, yet extraordinarily savage…….
That was as far as it went.
Jioh stopped him.
“My Star.”
“…….”
‘……He is seriously not in his right mind right now, is he?’
He’d completely lost it.
Even though he looked perfectly fine, one glance at those eyes that had clearly gone off the rails ages ago was deeply unsettling.
Considering Jioh herself had been hearing bizarre auditory hallucinations earlier, she seemed to be going back and forth too. Wouldn’t two crazy people meeting each other…