Summary
A person with a 99% match rating sat across from me. The system said he was the Alpha best suited for me in the entire city. But the moment he took off his mask, I only smelled a familiar fir scent. It was exactly like my former boss who had exploited me for three years, forced me to work seventy-two hours straight, and finally fired me personally. I stared at him. “May I ask what kind of perfume you use?” The man looked up, his voice faint. “I don’t use any.” He paused. “You’ve asked before.”