“Why are you crying like this?” “…….” “Do you usually cry a lot?” When Haon opened his eyes on a stranger Alpha’s bed, the only conversation he could remember was that. It was something Haon was used to. Every time he went into heat, he would lose his memories along with a pathological hunger. He tried to brush off the night spent with this Alpha as just another one of those times… “That student earlier seemed like an Alpha.” “…Excuse me?” “The one next door is an Alpha too.” He had been the one to offer to walk him home, so why say something like that? While Haon was confused by his words, the man held out his phone. “I’ll help you, nothing else expected.” “…….” “Haon, just give me your number.” For some reason, Haon felt as if he had stepped too deep into an unfamiliar kindness.