The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

[You are afflicted with a status condition.]

I spat out the metallic taste lingering in my mouth, rinsed with water, and wiped my face with a towel.

[You are afflicted with a status condition.]

[You are afflicted with a status condition.]

[You are afflicted with a status condition.]

[You are afflicted with a status condition.]

“I know, I know. Fuck.”

My vision was already spinning, and now the system windows flashing before my eyes made my nerves flare.

I steadied myself against the wall and stumbled out. Min Jiheon’s dog, Malang, circled my feet with whines.

“...You’re loud as hell.”

I waved a hand to keep the long, glossy-haired dog from brushing against me, then flopped down onto the sofa. Slowly, I pulled my phone from my pocket.

Missed calls, unread messages—I skimmed past them, opened the community boards and SNS.