A cloak concealing the face entirely. It reminded her of a troublesome hero from her previous world, but he couldn't be here—a coincidence, likely. Perhaps it was angled cleverly or made from a mystical creature's hide.
"So what? If you can't see his face, it's a gamble. I might be desperate, but you think I'd stoop to that?"
"It's not about his face… It's hard to explain. Maybe woman's intuition, but there was something about him."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just being near him felt… comforting. Like a delicious scent or something."
"…Hmm."
Was he one of her kind? In her old world, she might've thought incubus, but that couldn't exist here. More likely, he was one of her own, wielding some charm. Either way, it sounded intriguing—especially since he'd brought another woman. What expression would she make if I stole her beloved right before her eyes? It'd been ages since she'd found such a promising source of entertainment.
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Han Soyeon's POV [Not Flashback]
