"We have arrived."
Averie found himself standing in front of a rather vast church.
Behind the fence, reporters were busy taking pictures of the celebrity guests—one of whom happened to be him.
And once again, after what felt like months spent on hiatus, he was the target of camera flashes.
Min-Ha, who was beside him, discreetly fixed the cuffs of his black suit. If he had more time, he would have dressed comfortably and not inside the car.
But it was fine.
It was a sad occasion after all.
Sophie Moon was dead.
He continued forward with a brisk pace.
A shiver passed through him as he crossed the arch crowned with a cross.
The devil's friend was in the enemy territory.
He worked his way up the stairs with fleet feet and an impassive face.
The large doors of the church were open, inviting him into the hall, which was filled with guests dressed in black attire.
The air was heavy. It stirred with his steps and countless whispers.
