Rim Young continued running through the first layer of the restricted zone, ignoring the burning in his legs and the sharp ache in his lungs. He didn't slow down until he had almost reached the second layer, far deeper inside than anyone had wanted him to go. Only then did he finally stop.
He bent over, gasping desperately for breath as he scanned his surroundings with restless eyes, searching for even the smallest sign of silver hair or the faintest trace of Wi Hajoon's presence. Meanwhile, he reached for the walkie-talkie clipped to his side, intending to call Wi Hajoon again despite knowing there had been no response before. His hand met empty air.
"...."
