BP 67

“Are you….”

As Seung-hyun tried to utter a polite inquiry, his head tilted slightly. Being able to read his energy even if he didn't show it, Seung-hyun immediately noticed that the man's condition was unusual in another way. The deep furrow between his brows, as if he were barely enduring something, was also highly suspicious. He applied a bit of pressure to the hand holding the man's arm. The reaction—the bridge of the man's nose twisting sharply—was instantaneous.

“This… could it be.”