Yokai hide within desire and indifference.

Like a criminal concealing his body in a dark alley, or like a cockroach sneaking into a corner. It’s extremely secretive and quiet, evading easy detection, and even if one does notice, it’s of no use unless they are vigilant.

Ah, how could one refuse?

How could one refuse those who approach in a form fitting each person’s ideal?

Sometimes with skin as white as if untouched by sunlight.

At other times, flaunting a healthy, sun-kissed brown skin.

As a beautiful woman, she extends slender fingers like delicate twigs, intertwining hands and pushing her chest forward. At times, she transforms into a refined figure with toned muscles that seduces those with secret tastes.

From gender to height, appearance, and age.

They disguise themselves in forms that pique the secret preferences hidden in the hearts of power holders.

Then, before or during committing their deeds, they reveal their true colors, leading to a heart being devoured. The victim would never dream that within the person they considered their ideal lurked a ghastly yokai, pale to the point of being blue.

Even in death.

Ah, if one is human, they cannot resist this.

They must realize, but they cannot.

How can one resolve this situation?

For a person, it’s impossible in a short time….

* * *

A single photo can change history.

A single photo can alter a person’s perception.

A single photo can spark an incident.

With just one image, it is possible.

And this principle also applies to any “covert incident” currently occurring in China.

“Hehe.”

As the sound of rustling plays, silk begins to peel away.

The sound of a thin garment sliding off, revealing a figure like an ancient body on the smooth marble floor. With a sultry whisper, the woman reveals herself, covering her private parts with both hands as she takes slow steps, as if she has sprung from mythology, the goddess of beauty.

Thus, the woman slowly approaches the man with a bulging belly.

And right at the moment their bodies are about to overlap with a gentle breath.

Zing—

A very small mechanical sound is heard.

So subtle that it’s difficult to hear without paying attention.

It’s a sound so tiny that it pales in comparison to the hum of household appliances.

It’s the kind of noise that could be dismissed as ordinary outside noise.

But that sound cannot be brushed off as mere nothingness. It was the sound of a handheld scanner being activated in China.

With a small sound, invisible radiation and energy waves sweep across the room in an instant. While it is fast, it cannot be deemed precise, but at least there’s no better tool to locate ‘some thing.’

Right.

Some thing.

Something pretending to be human, but is not.

[ Scan results: Confirmed non-human! ]

[ Subdue it! ]

Emotionless machines coolly output their results.

The image of the power holder laid bare as if having undergone an X-ray, alongside the woman shrouded in a white veil hiding everything within.

This white shadow of a result indicates that either she is not human or is on the verge of using some technique, having drawn energy throughout her entire body to harm the power holder.

In either case, it was sufficient to make the decision to subdue.

Boom—

With a massive sound, a large caliber bullet was fired.

The fired bullet shattered solid glass like it was sugar, completely obliterating the woman’s head.

Puh-reeek.

Only after her head exploded did the horrific noise of a splatter follow.

[ Blue skin confirmed visually! It’s human skin (화皮)! ]

Ah.

Sadly, the banquet has come to an end.

The ignorant prey realized the presence of the predator, and now, disguising oneself in human skin would no longer make hunting easy.

What a pity.

Such a disappointment, indeed….