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The room they all had gathered in was the very first room— the owner of it being Soyoung.
Mark sat on the ground, reclined against the wall with his one hand resting over his folded leg while the other was loosely wrapped over the slick black handgun— his callous fingers and the collar of his white shirt smeared with blood.
His black hair now disheveled, chest heaving at every deep inhale and exhale with void black eyes staring into the space, lost in a world of his own.
Yeonjun dragged a chair, scraping the metal against the marble and seating himself down beside San who stood with his back connected to the wall with legs crossed at his ankle.
There wasn't any initiative taken to converse about the situation, everyone drowning in the pool of their own thoughts.
"Shit," Soyoung breathed, the jolt striking through her body and she felt light-headed, head pounding- her fists clenched tight to suppress her body from quivering.
The impact from the fall was harder and stronger than she had expected it to be— the excruciating pain striking through her back and muscles aching sore made her exhale out sharply, switching her seated position to a comfortable one.
Mark stood up, wordlessly walking over to the mirror- his hand that clutched the gun placed it down on the wooden table and he raised it to touch his neck— fingertips delicately gracing over the cut and his jaw clenched when the dried blood scraped against his skin.
"Who?" Yeonjun was the first one to speak, eyes trained on Soyoung and Mark who had encountered them first-hand.
Soyoung did not answer—she did not know the answer to his question— who were they? why did they attack the headquarters? what were they benefited from this? who was at the bottom of all this? Nothing. Not a single answer came to her mind, so she decided to stay silent.
Her eyes wandered across the area, only then noticing the absence of Hendery and she leaned onto her side, speaking in a hushed tone to the person alongside, "Where's Hendery?".
"Getting the mess cleared" San replied in a whisper, though unintended, pointing at the door and she nodded in acknowledgment, softly mumbling out a remark, "That's sad".
Yeonjun was still awaiting for an answer from Mark but when he got nothing in response, he sighed out loud- his hands taking off the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose and ran a hand down his face, "It was not the Dragon, I'm certain".
