36th Floor (1)

Jung Manho looked down at the black stone on the go board.

Across from him sat a child holding a white stone.

The daughter of the neighboring Hunter, whose identity he still didn't know.

"...So that's what happened yesterday."

The child still kept her eyes on the gomoku board.

What he had just heard flustered Jung Manho.

She helped someone she knew from an online community?

And apparently that help was something that happened inside a game.

'Is that the Roblox thing kids these days play?'

Still without meeting his eyes...