Episode 12 – A Clone’s Limit, A Human’s DreamIt was a low, lazy sun outside, and the cramped windows of the apartment were tinted warm orange. The light filtered in through thin curtains, falling over piles of instant ramen wrappers, sweat-soaked gym clothes, and the single futon that marked Kim Do-hyun’s (김도현) tiny kingdom.He threw off his shoes and closed the door behind him with the heel of his foot, a heavy sigh coming between his lips. Home again. His back was sore, his calves were on fire, and his neck was chewed up by a very bad-tempered gorilla. But all that did not appear on his face.“I swear... If I don't get a reward for this grind, I’m gonna start charging the clone rent,” he muttered, voice dry as sand.Yet something was... wrong.The flat was silent. A little too silent. He looked across at the little corner table where the clone folded its work clothes. Nothing. No sign. Still gone?“Seriously?” Do-hyun rubbed his hair that was now a bit greasy and took out his phone

Episode 14 – The Hunter Exam Begins The hallway leading to the test chamber hummed like a sleeping beast. Kim Do-hyun (김도현) walked with quiet steps, his thoughts stacked like bricks inside his head. The air down here was cold and sharp, not like upstairs. It was not a hallway anymore—it felt like a spine made of concrete, nerves wired with tension. He came to the thick metal door and stopped. It hissed open with a slow moan. Inside was a room shaped like a cube, tall ceiling, flickering lights, and no warmth. A camera blinked in one corner. A mirror watched in another. It was hard to tell if it was a room... or a trap set in advance. Do-hyun stepped in with a single word in his mouth. “Excuse me.” He barely got it out. Twenty heads turned. The silence inside was a sharp blade, and it sliced him as soon as he crossed the line. They stared.

Episode 16 – F-Rank and the Fractured MindThe plaza outside the Hunter Association brimmed like a pot left to boil, bubbling over with bodies and dreams. The air crackled, heavy with ambition and sweat. Neon signs blinked in chaotic rhythm above the wide-glass structure, screaming promises in bold, hopeful colors.“Be brave! Be brilliant! Be a Hunter!”The slogan looped from a speaker high above, distorted slightly by static. Beneath it, a line coiled around the block like a great metallic serpent—hungry, tense, and restless.Young. Old. Tall. Lame. Covered in scars. Dressed in school uniforms. Wrapped in cloaks. A man with no arms stood humming to himself with a saber floating beside him, suspended by a gentle blue field. A girl two rows ahead flapped wings made of translucent fire, the feathers shedding embers as she waited her turn. Her eyes were hollow. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Everyone had something they wanted to bury behin

Episode 18 – “Two of Me, One of Him”Back in the apartment, high above the neon-washed alleyways of downtown Seoul, Kim Do-hyun (김도현) stood barefoot on the cold, creaky floorboards of his one-room rental. The dim light from the ceiling flickered like a dying star, but he didn’t care. Not tonight.He was laughing. Not the kind of laugh you toss at a bad joke or when your friend slips on ice. No. This was belly-deep, bone-hollow, maniac-in-the-making laughter.“Hahaha! Cloning is the best,” he said aloud, arms stretched out like a stage actor soaking in applause. “I'm literally… unstoppable now!”Across from him, two perfectly identical copies of himself stood tall, both wearing that same smug grin. Number 1 leaned against the kitchen sink, flipping a spoon with one hand. Number 2 was on the bed, nodding to a beat only clones could hear.Their presence felt surreal. Solid. Realer than the air conditioning that sputtered in the background or

Episode 20The morning sun had barely started to rise, casting a golden haze over the city, when Han Jin-woo (the man formerly known to the streets as Jomo) sat alone in his dimly lit office at WN Agency.The walls were lined with steel filing cabinets, aged leather-bound books, and half-drunk mugs of coffee. The air smelled like burnt toast, recycled paper, and the stale cologne from yesterday's suit. Light spilled in from the blinds behind him, but only in thin lines, striping across the papers scattered on his desk like bars of a cage.He rubbed his eyes, clearly exhausted. The night hadn't offered much sleep. His mind had been too loud. Too busy replaying the threats he received the night before."Just one. Just one that will stay."The voice echoed in his skull, not his own but the man on the other end of the call, who spoke with a cold weight. That wasn't just pressure. It was a promise. If Han Jin-woo failed to recruit someone wort