Incheon Harbor - Pier 7 - 12:47 AM
The pier smelled like fish mixed with diesel fuel, old wood creaking under their feet as Yoo and Ji-yeon approached the meeting point, water lapping against concrete pilings in steady rhythm that counted down seconds they didn't have.
No one was there yet.
Just cargo containers stacked in the dark, shadows pooling between them like spilled ink, and somewhere across the water the faint lights of ships moving through channels marked by buoys that blinked red and green in patient sequence.
Yoo's broken fingers throbbed inside their splint, his shoulder wound had reopened during the ventilation shaft crawl and blood soaked through his borrowed medical scrubs in a patch that felt warm against the cold night air, but pain was just information and Akasha Archive categorized it as manageable so he ignored it.
"They're late," Ji-yeon whispered beside him, her shadows pooling around her feet unconsciously as anxiety manifested in her power.
