Sehee Research Institute, a remote area, unused isolation room.

This space, once used as an isolation room for Yerim, was now completely occupied.

Inside the isolation room, I was surrounded by Golden Reapers, cocooned tightly.

But this cocoon was nothing like the usual soft and warm ones.

The difference was that it wasn’t a loving cocoon that gently rubbed my cheek, but an angry one, filled with fury, gnawing away with its soft, malleable teeth.

The Golden Reapers’ teeth were dull and soft, but their anger was unmistakably conveyed.

Kyu-hing-hing.

For reasons I didn’t understand, one White Reaper was burning …