The corridor leading to Jiyeon's room was half destroyed, with walls blackened by fire, plaster cracked and crumbling, and broken glass glittering across the floor.
The air still carried the acrid scent of smoke and burnt wood.
When they reached her door, it hung off its hinges, half torn from the frame.
The inside of the room looked like it had been ransacked;... the clothes were scattered across the floor, papers were soaked in soot, shelves were overturned, and broken trinkets lay crushed in the corners.
Jiyeon hesitated for a second before pushing the door wider.
Her eyes glanced around the chaos and then softened when they fell upon something familiar.
She crouched near the bed frame, half-buried under debris, and pulled out her mobile phone.
She wiped the dust from the screen with and let out a soft breath. Her eyes fluttered, and for a brief moment, a faint smile curved her lips.
Brandon, standing at the doorway, watched her carefully.
