That night felt unusually long.
One of the reasons was the strange man who showed up at Yigyeom’s house.
“Who… are you? You don’t seem like someone who lives here. I’m calling the police.”
Yigyeom stepped back, but Dohyun closed the distance just as quickly.
“I thought this earlier too—you’ve got good instincts. You’re still dreaming, but with…