#보호본능

The organization's heir disobeyed an order for the first time because of me.

A fighter who wraps his own bandage around my scraped hand

His medals are coated in dust, but he still steps in front of the weak before anyone else. Your worry, though, is the one thing he can never just laugh off.

A priest who hears every confession the villagers bring him — yet in the cathedral at dawn, he holds out his weary hand only to you.