It's aftermath was a plunge into troubled silence, an emptiness full of unspoken menace and lingering shadow. It was not the peaceful quiet of peace, but the chilling quiet of a battlefield after the initial blow, the air thick with the promise of additional blows.
Seo-yeon stood stock-still against the door, her hand instinctively grasping for the chill metal, as if she could turn back time literally, reclaim the passing moments when he was away, and tease out the concealed message from his enigmatic warning.
But Joon-woo was an expert at evasion, a specter who appeared with cold calculation, dropped his disturbing message, and disappeared into the city's maze of tunnels. He was an invisible limb, an insistent reminder of an omnipresent presence that was intimate and unimaginably removed.
