A Familiar Scent

The scent of pheromones filled the air.

Hyesung’s hands slowly dropped to his sides.

He could see someone standing directly in front of him. The car lights that had once filled his vision were now blocked, creating the impression of a massive barrier between him and everything else.

The sudden arrival of this figure caused the Yushinpa members to exchange uneasy glances, their eyes darting toward their leader for direction.

"Hyesung."

A deep voice resonated through the air, spreading like a wave.

"…Mister."

Was this what it felt like to witness something unbelievable? Or was he dreaming, …