At Yoo Jinhoo's house, the atmosphere was completely different from the ominous palace of red candles.
Jinhoo was sprawled comfortably across the living room sofa, one arm resting lazily over the backrest while the other reached into a half-open bag of chips. The television flickered with some random late-night program, though it was unclear whether he was truly paying attention to it or simply enjoying the noise.
Crunch.
Crunch.
He tossed another chip into his mouth, his expression calm—almost too calm for someone who had recently agreed to join a demonic organization plotting to destroy Hero Associations.
Right at that moment, Lee Donghyun entered the living room from the kitchen. In his hands was a plate neatly arranged with slices of watermelon, each piece cut into clean triangular portions.
He walked over and placed the plate carefully on the table in front of the sofa.
Jinhoo's eyes immediately shifted toward the bright red fruit.
"Eat some, hyung. You need fruit too."
