Ding.
The soft chime of a bell rang in a small café as a young girl wearing a black cap, a face mask, and a neat black gown walked in.
Her eyes swept across the room until they landed on a man waving at her.
"Good day," she said with a bow, slipping into the chair opposite his.
The air smelled of coffee and cakes, which felt soothing to her after going through a mental breakdown.
The man across from her studied her face, once beautiful, now pale, with claw-like marks etched into it.
He turned his coffee cup once, then again, the soft clinking sound lingering between them.
"How have you been, Mi-kyong?"
The girl shrank into her chair as though she wanted to disappear.
"Not so good, I guess."
The man nodded. "So why did you want to see me?"
Mi-kyong hesitated for a moment, then pulled a flash drive from her bag.
"This is?"
She gave a slight nod, as though expecting him to understand.
