"Yoochun is not really sure what made him come to this door. It had been a fortnight since he had arrived in Korea, a fortnight he had been straggling left and right without really knowing where he was going.

Until two days ago, he had been in a bar, sitting down at the counter and was quietly drinking his coffee when a young wolf came in. He immediately recognized the smell of forest, wood and grass. The characteristic smell of werewolves, but it also bore a strange smell of chocolate, coffee and clementine."