Beom Seok sighed internally as he was once again at a party exclusive to the underground elite. He had been attending these gatherings for decades, and it was starting to wear him out. The monotonous repetition was taking its toll on him. He always saw the same things and discussed the same topics with other members of his profession.

Scanning his eyes around the room, he spotted Anon. She was wearing a modest outfit, contrasting with the flashy dresses of the others. Intrigued, he continued to observe her.

Moments later, she headed towards the exit. Seizing the opportunity, he excused himself and swiftly shortened the distance between them, yet not rushing.

“이것이 나를 마침내 지루함에서 벗어나게 해주는 첫 번째 파티일지도 모른다.”

(“This might be the first party that finally breaks me free from this constant boredom.”)