"A PMC named Snow White… seriously?"

Gong Seo-young muttered under her breath as she signed the contract.
After her hysterics post-encounter, she’d initially seemed on the verge of tears, but when I presented the actual contract, she froze in disbelief, stammering, "R-really?" and then calmed down.

She must’ve thought I’d just toss her aside.

What does she take me for…?
Even with Yoon Ha-young, that persistent journalist who drove me up the wall, I eventually took her in and put her to work in the dungeon team.
And me, pulling a hit-and-run? Never.

That’s not my style.