Ghost Apple

Having been brutally exploited at an unofficial research lab created by the Association, Han-gyeom escaped five years ago, at the same time he lost his engraver. One day, while living as a guiding hustler in the lowest depths, no different from a quagmire. Seo-won appears, his entire body covered in black tendrils, on the verge of a meltdown. A cold, blue-eyed man with that person's warm heart. "Cha Han-gyeom." He savored the name, one he shouldn't have known, as if rolling it around in his mouth, then placed both hands on the desk Han-gyeom was leaning against. As he tilted his body, the shadow cast long by the backlight drenched Han-gyeom's face. "Don't forget what you said earlier....