Diamond Dust

Onarainynight,Ihyunsecretlyleavestheseasidetownwherehehadbeenlivingsincehebecameahighschoolstudent.InSeoul,Ihyunstartshelpingoutatthegallery‘Phantom,’whereheencounterstheworldofGoldenAlphasandGoldenOmegas,aworldheneverthoughtwouldbeconnectedtohim.LauWiqun,theblue-eyedGoldenAlphawhoisrumoredtousepheromonestobewitchpeopleintobuyingpaintings,drawsaclearlinewithIhyun,whoispracticallyanoutsider.Normally,Ihyunwouldn’tcareaboutthatboundary,butthistimeitbothershim.HeevenfeelsabithurtbyLauWiqun’sattitude,whichfeelsstrangetohim.Yet,justwhenheseemscompletelyindifferent,LauWiqunissuddenlythere,hoveringaround,exploringtheareaasifhe’ssearchingforsomething.“Aboutthat,areyoureallynotanOmega?”LauWiqun,knownforbeingbetterthananygeneticanalysisatidentifyingOmegas,constantlyquestionsIhyun’sidentity.“Yourscent…It’squiteunusual.”“Youlikemyscent,don’tyou?”