Chapter 1: Prologue

In modern society, the proportion of people with mental illness exceeds 50 percent.

Hunters, who stand on the front lines of humanity, are no exception.

If anything, it’s even worse for them.

Never view a patient as a romantic interest.

I heard this was the foremost mindset psychiatric doctors engrave upon themselves.

I, too, was taught that.

And I believed it.

“Next patient?”

—Bang!

With a loud noise, the door opened, and a familiar face peeked in.

“I’m here!”

“… Aren’t you not a patient anymore?”

“It’s not that… Yesterday, I suddenly couldn’t breathe… so…”

However, I was a Hunter Mental Counselor, exclusively for hunters.

“Oh, really? What are the symptoms? Be specific.”

“Whenever I think of you, Teacher, I can’t breathe…”

“…….”

“Teacher?”

The moment she called my name, messages appeared before my eyes.

[Suitable Answer] [Satisfaction Rate 90%]

[Take off your clothes, let’s check.]

[Suitable Answer] [Satisfaction Rate 9.5%]

[Welcome. Please sit here.]

[Suitable Answer] [Satisfaction Rate 0.5%]

[…….]

There was only one thing I could say.

On this tightrope, I was always forced to make the same choice.

“…….”

At my silence, her eyes narrowed.

“Answer.”

Whether I could date or not, in the first place.

It wasn’t something I could decide.