A Letter from So-Ri
(written with immaculate calligraphy and sealed with a pressed camellia petal)
To those who've walked this winding path beside us,
I won't pretend to enjoy writing letters. Words are weapons, yes—but I usually prefer mine to be folded into fans or flung mid-battle. Still, Master Jang says it's good for the soul. And Sun-Ho says it's good for the readers. So here I am.
Season 1 is over. Strange, isn't it?
When I first met Baek Sun-Ho, I thought he was just another quiet genius trying too hard to disappear. Now I know he's something rarer—someone who remembers failure, carries it, and still dares to hope. That kind of strength doesn't shout. It listens. It walks slowly so others can catch up. It terrifies me more than any blade… and maybe that's why I trust it.
To those who laughed with us, worried with us, or even threw invisible darts at Ji-Mun in frustration—thank you.
I've seen your shadows on the edge of the page.
I've heard your footsteps in the silence between paragraphs.
You were there.
If I have one hope for the journey ahead, it's this: that you keep walking with us. The world will grow darker. More masks will fall. And one day, Sun-Ho may stand alone at the center of everything.
But not yet.
Not while I'm here.
Until the next battle,
—So-Ri
P.S. If Ji-Mun writes one more poem about my eyes, I'm sealing his mouth with silver thread. Artistically, of course.
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