Jun-ho stormed down the hallway, almost frantic, desperate to find Salin as fast as possible.
He shoved aside anyone in his path, easy enough, since everyone looked stunned to see him there.
As if it made no sense for him to be there at all.
But he was. And he lived up to his reputation.
Monster.
Hound from hell.
He kept throwing open doors, the security alarm still screeching in his ears.
But Jun-ho's mind went dead silent the moment he reached the glass room.
The sharp scent of fresh blood. The hallway just before, five, six men on the floor. One of them still had his eyes wide open, like he'd seen death.
Jun-ho froze.
No sign of Colen in the center of the room. No sign of Salin either.
Just bodies.
Natali was sitting there.
— What happened?
Jun-ho felt his breathing starting to go uneven. A knot forming in his throat.
He never should've turned off the radio.
Lowering his weapon, drowning in his own thoughts, he felt like he had lost something. Or everything.
(...)
