Ant Cave, a dirty and vulgar den of crime. I was a thoroughbred ant born and raised here.
"Even so, I'm just a worker ant."
Escape is not permitted for ants. But perhaps it was the price of dreaming of freedom, what returned was a friend who had turned into ash in an incinerator instead of an ID.
Before me, who had resigned myself to everything, Jang Hee-jo, the true power of Ant Cave, appeared.
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“Then, will you have me?” “I'll do it for the first time with someone I love.”
Love? First time? Aren't those words too romantic to come from the mouth of a man who causes daily bloodshed?
"I don't need it to be love." “Well,”
The positions were reversed in an instant.
"Looking at your hole now, you might become my first love."
