Three Eight

"......."

Should I run?

Of course, there was nowhere to run. And even if he tried, he’d be caught in an instant.

Fifteen years. He had tried to escape dozens of times, and not once had he succeeded.

Hongju’s fingers, gripping the door handle, slowly relaxed. It might be smarter to pretend to comply and look for another way out.

After all, Mu-gyeong was someone who could be reasoned with—if you played along.

"Where are we going?"

"Would you even understand if I told you?"

That response. He had heard it before.

Hongju couldn’t relax for a second. He kept his eyes on the darkened city outside, trying to piece together their destination.

"I... I have to go to work tomorrow."

"And?"