Dan-Bi arrived at the Queen's private chamber.
She was waiting.
Seated. Serene.
A document in her hands.
And then—
She smiled.
"Welcome, Dan-Bi."
Dan-Bi bowed. "Your Majesty."
The Queen's gaze flickered.
And then—
She held up the parchment.
"Tell me…"
Her voice was light, but her eyes were sharp.
"This missing record…"
Dan-Bi's breath slowed.
"…Do you happen to know who it belongs to?"
The trap had been sprung.