The Daebak office was hidden behind a row of innocuous doors on the basement level. Jonas keyed it in with the kind of ease that came from routine. This was the chamber where he stripped the masks off people, one by one, until their true forms bled through.
The office was dark when he entered, but with a snap of his fingers, the lights came alive. A long table stretched across the room. Screens covered one side of the wall, waiting to be filled with images. Rows of steel cabinets stood locked on the other side, housing years of footage, files, and surveillance data. And in the middle, seated like a machine awaiting its task, was Assistant Byun.
Byun did not look up when Jonas entered, nor when he poured himself a glass of whiskey from the shelf in the corner. The man's posture was immaculate.
Jonas smiled. This was why he kept him. Byun wasn't a person in this office; he was an extension of Jonas' will.
