"Man, is this really a security job?"

"It's not a job, it's a vacation."

"First-class flights, a Swiss winter resort for a hotel. And the on-site protection's all handled by a foreign team."

"At this rate, the company's basically giving us vacation pay."

"Book us jobs like this next time too, please."

The Cheonmu bodyguards were more relaxed than they'd been in a long while.

They were staying at another hotel in St Moritz, enjoying warm food and drink, comfortable rooms and soft beds to their hearts' content.

Security inside Badrutt's Palace, where Chairman Ha Tae-ung was staying, was already covered by the organizers and a separate foreign team.

All the Cheonmu staff were asked to do was be ready for emergencies. In practice, that meant standing by.

"Aren't you eating, Instructor?"

"He ate a little earlier."

"Not a little. He barely ate anything."

"He's been off since yesterday."

"Right. There's a real edge in his eyes."

The bodyguards' eyes drifted toward the window.

Kim Cheolsu was sitting apart, by himself.

He'd eaten only a little. He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol.

His eyes stayed fixed in the same direction. They were on Badrutt's Palace, far off in the distance.

"The Instructor should get some rest too."

"Don't talk to him."

"Why not?"

"Can't you read the mood?"

No one went any closer to Kim Cheolsu. He kept staring out the window, unmoving.

Since yesterday, something had been nagging at a corner of his mind, grating on his nerves.

The Asian man he'd brushed past wouldn't leave his head.

To be precise, what he'd seen wasn't even a face. Just a glimpse of a jawline.

It was right on the tip of memory yet stayed out of reach, and that set his nerves even further on edge.

The thought wouldn't go away; it kept circling in his head.

And today it was worse.

An inexplicable sense of dread was slowly squeezing every cell in his body. Kim Cheolsu could never ignore that sense.

Most of the reason he'd survived at all was this crazy instinct of his.

The moon…