Annan walked slowly and cautiously through the pitch-black corridor.
Once she focused, the world in front of her stretched and widened, the background color turned to a dull yellow, and the passage of time seemed to slow down considerably.
——Although this was the residence of Duke Winter, it was unlikely to be any enemies.
But after all, the job she was here to "apply" for was Winter's Hand.
As an official Transcendent organization and a special agency of the Winter Principality, maintaining enough vigilance might be a plus during the interview...
However, at that moment, something flickered before Annan's eyes.
...Are they really here?
Annan narrowed her eyes slightly, and her hands silently turned into beast claws.
Even in the completely dark corridor, with the vision of a werewolf, she could see the outline of a human figure move slightly.
It seemed to be about one meter seventy, rather thin...
