"Every man has his secret sorrows that the world knows not. And often time we call a man cold when he is only sad."
The perfect man.
Made rough through time.
He lies, yet he is the honorable one.
He kills, yet he is the most righteous.
He is gentle...
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Jin turned almost immediately hearing a slight sound at his back. His hands covered his head in a reflex so the hit followed the sound landed on his hands, not the head. His grip on the Walther loosened and it dropped on the floor. With a second hit, he dropped to his knees and rolled further inside the foyer.
He tried to block the darkness that was threatening to cloud his senses. The intruder wasn't stupid. He shoved himself behind the wall that was separating the bedroom from the foyer.
Jin got up and leaned against the door from inside the foyer, trying to control his breathing while keeping an ear alert to hear any unusual sound from the opposite side of the wall.
The breathing sound was so mild, but Jin caught it right opposite from where he was standing. Without any warning, he launched himself into the next room. But with his utmost surprise, the person was even swifter and hit the same spot on his wrist where he hit before and freed himself from Jin's grip. His movements were sharp and precise, and to fuel it, there was the fear of getting caught and desperation in that person's movements.
So he hit the place again and again until Jin's chokehold loosened around his neck and he freed himself.
Jin couldn't measure the details of the face in the dim light before he ran for the door and dashed out in an instance.
Going after him without knowing if there was any trap was stupid. So Jin stayed put and locked his door. His briefcase was on the nightstand. An attempt to open the case was made, clear from the signs of scratches around its locks.
Jin almost scoffed to himself. Somebody came here to ensure his identity. And it's too early to assume it's Perrera, but apart from his, who was there to suspect?
Jin came back and took his shoes off and went for a quick shower. He stood a long time in front of the mirror, the bullet wound on his shoulder from more than a month ago in Libya was almost healed, nonetheless, that was a minor scratch.
He caressed the wound from North Korea. Just below the ribcage on the left side. The injury wasn't serious, but it caused a lot of bleeding. It was yet healing but a lot better than before.
Jin took out the antiseptic solution from the first aid kit to clean the wound and gulped down two painkillers. After cleaning the wound slowly and wrapping a clean bandage around it, he stood there in front of the mirror. Before putting on the shirt, his eyes lingered on the old and almost pale scar on his left bicep.
That was stupid, he thought. He touched the mark on there and his finger lingered on it for a while, but like always, he didn't regret what he had done there almost seven years ago.
Arya was looking at the things that have been spread on her bed right now. Things that she didn't remember but were important enough that she put those in the box before she left. She picked up the notebook for the third time. There was not much entry in it and she almost memorized everything within. Judging her personality of not sticking in any matter long, it was quite understandable that she didn't maintain the notebook consistently.
