It was a hand of darkness. A hand made out of an unknown dark substance that danced and billowed like a fog reached ever closer to Noh Su-Bong's throat.

Noh Su-Bong had seen that hand before. Or, more correctly, the aftermath of that hand. The dark hand boasted long nails, but its palm was too large to be a female's. And now, Noh Su-Bong knew who had left behind the impression of such a hand on Kim Hak-Cheol's throat.

Scratch...!

The tip of the dark hand's claw lightly scratched Noh Su-Bong's cheek. A sharp pain registered from his cheek skin, followed by the sensation of warm liquid trickling down. The shadow withdrew his hand, and a drop of crimson blood dripped from his claw.

The shadow muttered again, “Humans can be so amusing...”

“...?”

“Humans easily bring up hell despite never experiencing it before.” The shadow's lips quivered slightly. Of course, Noh Su-Bong could clearly tell which emotion was being conveyed through that lip movement. It was unmistakably 'ridicule.’

Noh Su-Bong had always been the one to ridicule others, not the other way around. Being ridiculed and sneered at had stepped on his pride as a man. Unable to suppress the fierce emotions welling up in his chest, Noh Su-Bong angrily yelled at the top of his lungs, “Do you wish to cosplay as an apostle of justice...