That old saying about a creature freezing up, unable to move, when a predator was nearby? Vincent didn't believe it. He never did.

It didn't make much logical sense to him. If one's natural enemy or a predator was nearby, shouldn't it try to run away as quickly as possible? Why would it remain rooted on the spot?

Vincent guessed that armchair experts who didn't know anything but still wanted to run their mouths off were originally responsible for coming up with that nonsense. But... Tonight, he got to learn that his guess had been wrong.

He couldn't move from the spot, after all! As if plaster and glue had been liberally used to solidify his entire body, Vincent's muscles and joints refused to heed his brain's commands. He didn't even need to guess who the culprit for this situation was.

The one responsible for turning Vincent and everyone else here into statues, Kang Jin-Ho, puffed on his cigarette again. Its tip crackled and hissed as he leisurely puffed at it.

Funnily enough, that small cigarette light seemed bright enough to illuminate the surroundings. At least, it was enough to illuminate Kang Jin-Ho's face to everyone here.

“I've already noticed some idiots were targeting me. Sensing the presence of people circling around me isn't that difficult, after all. Even so...” Kang Jin-Ho slowly muttered.

Sizzle...

Was it because this place was enveloped in silence? Despite the winds and waves generating...