I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

A sudden chill crept across my skin.

I wasn’t sick or anything, but it felt like I had the shivers.

Then again, it made sense if I thought about it.

It was only January—barely a month past the turn of the year.

The snow had stopped, but winter still held tight over Nighthouse with its cold winds.

In weather like this, even cracking a door open would make your whole body tremble.

If you weren’t careful about closing doors properly, something like this could easily happen.

“Are you cold? I made sure to turn the heat up a bit warmer on purpose.”

“...!”

But the chill I felt wasn’t from any external cause.

It came from the cold sweat that ran down my body, evaporating from nerves and tension.

It was like that strange sensation when you drink bitter green tea and then bite into a cookie—the sweetness hits harder.