The plaza came into view, a sprawl of cracked pavement and shattered storefronts stretching out beneath the dim morning sky. The streetlights were dead, the windows hollowed out, and yet somehow the place still felt like something was watching them from inside it.
Jin walked at the front of the group, his footsteps crunching softly against broken glass. His fingers twitched by his side, brushing against his thigh, restless and empty. He didn't summon his new weapon yet.
Seul walked beside him, her gaze sharp and her head on a constant swivel, sweeping every rooftop, every alley, every darkened corner as if she were cataloguing each one for later.
Joon trailed behind them, hands in his pockets, lazily kicking a piece of rubble down the street.
"Feels dead," Joon muttered, his voice breaking the silence like a gunshot.
Seul didn't look at him. "Yeah, like no one's been here in a while."
