Leaving the tragic mental state of S-ranks behind, I went up to Im Haekyung’s place. True to a home with tight security, I didn’t run into a single person the entire way—from the parking garage, through the elevator, and into the unit.

‘By the way… why’d he give me the password?’

What if I came in while he wasn’t here and stole something, or trashed the place? It’s not like we trust each other that much. It was weird.

Weird or not, I had zero intention of not using the password he’d handed me, so after punching it in, I stepped inside like I was walking into my own home.

Im Haekyung’s place—one I’d seen once before—still had no real interior design to speak of. Just those shitty paintings and the insect-bastard objects.

I walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and slowly looked around.

‘He’s got the place drowned in items.’