The Evening Before the Sneak Attack

That evening, all the S-rank hunters of Seoul gathered at a cozy little café. The occasion? A celebration in my honor.

But truth be told, most of them just came to drink.

There were six hunters besides me — the last of us still alive after Death Icon's bloody onslaught.

As I arrived at the café, Minho greeted me warmly at the entrance.

"Finally, you're here. Come on, the others have been waiting."

A cigarette dangled between his fingers. As we stepped inside, he stubbed it out and tossed it into the trash.

My eyes fell on a long table, filled with plates of meat, steaming dishes, and tall mugs of beer. It was the first time all the S-ranks had gathered in weeks.

"Oh, look who it is — Kihyun!" a black-haired woman called out cheerfully. "Come on, sit down and dig in."

"Miss Hwan. Glad to see you safe and sound."

"No need for the formalities."