From outside the door, the sound of Jang Mi-sook moving around could be heard. Mackerel pressed himself up against the door and shouted out.

“It’s fine, Ms. Jang! …For now?”

“He’s not such a bad guy, just hurt a lot.”

He was just saying earlier that the guy was rude. Mackerel held back his words. The first rule of being an informant is to listen carefully to what people say. When someone with a lot to say rambles, valuable information tends to spill out alongside it. Mackerel waved his fingers in the air, and a small stingray appeared, slowly drifting over to block the door.

“Yeah, yeah, exactly. People with lots of wounds tend to put up their spikes like a porcupine.”

“But he said I’m not needed.”

J curled up like a pill bug, his voice eerie as he muttered.