The man's features were soft, almost delicate—beautiful in a way that blurred the line between masculine and feminine.
His silky white hair was loosely tied and draped over one shoulder. Atop his head, a pair of pale ears tinged faintly with pink added an unexpected contrast—adorable, almost disarmingly so.
Unlike Fang's striking, overt allure, his beauty seemed effortless—unconscious.
Every small movement carried a quiet, almost hypnotic charm, like a succubus who drew the eye without ever trying.
At that moment, those gentle, mist-soft eyes rested on Sabrina with quiet apology.
It took her a second to recover from the impact of his appearance.
She quickly shook her head and handed over his items along with the note.
"Thank you," he said softly, accepting them with both hands.
His fingers were slender and porcelain-pale, the tips faintly flushed with healthy pink—like layered lotus petals in bloom.
After reading the note, he introduced himself.
"My name is Yohan."
Then, without pause: "I'll need three bags of dog kibble, four packs of wet food, and some freeze-dried treats."
"Oh—and preferably the premium brand. Two large-kibble bags, one small-kibble. The large ones should have added glucosamine…"
"And five packs of cat food as well. The brand should be—"
Sabrina's pen flew across the page, nearly smoking from the speed, yet she still struggled to keep up with his rapid list.
No wonder she had heard all that scurrying earlier.
So many pets…
"I'll also need someone to clean the room—there's too much shedding. And I'd like to go outside, take them around for some exercise."
He paused thoughtfully.
"Mm… that should be all for now."
For now, he said.
Sabrina was still bent over her notebook, furiously writing, not even finished yet.
Seeing this, Yohan turned back and gently reminded the large dogs inside to be careful as they bounded around.
Fortunately, his room was spacious.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible to house so many animals—and a person—together.
At last, Sabrina finished writing.
She shook out her wrist and looked up.
Yohan immediately apologized, his expression soft with concern.
"I'm really sorry. Jinny and the others have been out of food for quite some time."
Sabrina shook her head.
Then, remembering, she handed him the slip with her name written on it.
Since he had introduced himself, it was only proper to do the same.
"Sabrina…"
He repeated it softly, committing it to memory.
"Alright. I'll remember that. I'll be troubling you from now on… and with so many requests, I truly apologize."
Sabrina shook her head again.
She closed the hatch and was about to move on when the pager hidden in her pocket crackled faintly.
Hannah's voice came through, low and cautious:
"Hello? Sabrina, how are things?"
A brief pause.
"Did you run into any danger? If yes, tap once."
Turning slightly toward the wall to conceal the device, Sabrina tapped it lightly with her pen.
Hannah continued:
"It's almost lunchtime. Are you nearly done? Tap once if you are."
Sabrina lifted her eyes.
She had barely made it through this floor.
Beastly roars still rose and fell around her.
If she ran into more like Gian… it would take even longer.
Tap. Tap.
On the other end, Hannah frowned slightly.
Still not done after a whole morning?
Even new staff shouldn't take this long.
The experienced ones usually finished within an hour or two.
"Then you need to hurry," Hannah said. "Lunch delivery is coming up. If you're late, the food will go cold."
Sabrina took a steady breath.
Tap.
Hannah gave one last reminder before the line went quiet.
Sabrina tucked the pager away and quickened her pace.
The next hatch opened—and a smiling face appeared instantly.
He had a pair of sharp, reddish fox ears atop his head, and his eyes were narrow, amber, with vertical pupils like a fox's. Combined with his lean features, it gave him a faintly uncanny, almost sly appearance.
"Little miss," he said, smiling, "you seem to be running out of time. Want me to help you?"
His fox-like eyes curved into slits when he smiled—like a wolf in grandmother's clothing, coaxing Little Red Riding Hood.
Clearly, he had heard her conversation with Hannah.
Sabrina shook her head without hesitation and quickly handed over the items.
But the more she tried to hurry, the more he deliberately slowed things down.
"As for what I need…" he drawled. "Let me think…"
His gaze settled on her, his smile gentle—yet unmistakably cunning.
"It's been a while since I've smelled flowers. What do you think—roses, or hyacinths?"
How would she know his preference?
Sabrina signed seriously, indicating that time was short and asking him not to delay others' lunch.
Instead, his eyes lit up with delight.
"Oh? Is this a guessing game?"
He tilted his head, grinning.
"I love games~"
Sabrina frowned, glaring slightly at the man clearly toying with her.
She tapped her notebook insistently, urging him to answer—or she would leave.
He blinked innocently.
"Hm… I don't think I can guess that. Why don't you tell me?"
Sabrina pressed her lips together.
Then lowered her head and quickly wrote on the note.
He barely glanced at it—his attention instead drifting to the bruise on the back of her hand.
"It's already bruised…"
The moment he moved, Sabrina reflexively pulled her hand back, her eyes full of wary caution.
That reaction seemed to amuse him.
He narrowed his eyes, letting out a soft, amused chuckle.
"How cute. If you stomped your foot too, you'd look just like a little rabbit."
Sabrina frowned again, gesturing for him to read the note.
Only after watching her for a moment did he finally pick it up.
"Please tell me what you need quickly, or wait until tomorrow. I still have to deliver to others—otherwise their food will get cold~"
As he finished reading, his smiling eyes slowly lifted to meet hers.
Interesting.
Even when she was annoyed, she still added please.
If it had been the previous staff, they would have shoved the items in and left without a word.
Thinking of those earlier workers—dismissive, disrespectful, treating them like beggars—his gaze lowered slightly, long lashes casting shadows over the fleeting chill that passed through his eyes.
Tap, tap.
Sabrina knocked lightly on her notebook, reminding him again.
He looked up, expression returning to its usual ease.
"Alright, alright… in that case… Bring me some rose-scented oil."
Sabrina gave him a faintly exasperated look, then quickly wrote it down.
She stepped forward to close the hatch but he spoke again.
"It's for you," he said softly, glancing at her hand. "Good for bruising and circulation."
Sabrina's face remained expressionless as she signed a brief thank you—then shut the hatch without hesitation.
She glanced once at the bruise on the back of her hand and hurried on.
There were still over twenty rooms left.
She really had to move faster.
After that, aside from one more person—cute in appearance but just as mischievous—who toyed with her for a bit…
The rest were cold, distant, and didn't make things difficult.
Sabrina pushed her cart quickly along.
The third floor housed only the most dangerous Sentinels—those who had completely succumbed to their feral forms.
They slammed against doors and walls, their roars shaking the entire structure as they writhed in the agony of mental contamination.
But by now, Sabrina had grown somewhat accustomed.
She remained calm.
The hatches here were narrower—just enough to slide in flat items.
They didn't require the same supplies as the others.
After noting which doors and walls needed repair, she checked the time—then hurried out of the detention block.
Not long after she left, the howling Sentinels fell silent.