Chapter 137
A sharp boom jolted Seome back to her senses.
Reflexively, she reached behind her back, but grasped only air. The familiar weight of her sword was gone. The chill of empty hands snapped her bleary mind awake in an instant. Seome's brow furrowed as she took in her surroundings.
She was inside an elevator.
'...An elevator?'
She traced her memory. A phone ringing in the living room. She'd picked up the receiver thinking it might be related to the Contract--and immediately after, everything went dark.
The trajectory of the force was wrong for a hotel prank. It was unmistakably the Lover of Dawn's doing.
'In that case, there's a strong chance Mr. Yeon-woo has lost his memories.'
Seome's gaze moved to the floor indicator. Only the number '25' was lit with a cold glow. The rooftop. The place Yeon-woo had explicitly warned her never to go.
Seome pressed the other buttons, but the machine gave no response. The vibration of the ascending elevator traveled through the soles of her feet. She had to accept that she was being offered up as a sacrifice.