The hand touching Uijae’s cheek carried a strange, bitter scent, as if it physically manifested the stench of death. That’s odd. Didn't Sa-young’s hands usually smell sweet? But the thought quickly faded as Uijae’s body began trembling violently. His breathing became labored, and a heavy pressure weighed down on him.

Uijae’s eyes darted around anxiously. As his breathing grew more rapid, Sa-young immediately withdrew his hand and took two steps back.

“…Hyung.”

Even hearing his voice didn’t calm Uijae; instead, his body flinched and jerked in response. Once startled, it was difficult to settle down.

‘Damn it, why is this …