The woman grinned broadly, her smile filled with mischief.

"Oh my, look at me! I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Jang Misook. You can call me 'Aunt,' or better yet, 'Sis.'"

"..."

"Hoho! Was that too much?"

Uijae opened his mouth slightly, instinctively reaching up to check his gas mask. Thankfully, his face was hidden. He bit down on his lip. The moment she said 'Aunt,' it felt like the ground had dropped out from under him.

"..."

He glanced at Jang Misook’s face and her perfectly normal hands. Of course, this woman bore no resemblance to *that* aunt. At …