Systemism

Myul and his crew (8)

Ken: "It's time to get freaky"

Just then Myul got a call from someone.

The tension in the air crackled as Myul listened intently to Mujuk's frantic voice over the phone. Every word felt like a weight on his chest, and he knew they had to act fast.

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Myul: "Hello?!"

Mujuk: "Myul... We got attacked."

Myul: "Who was it?"

Mujuk: "Some guy with a sword and wolf cut..."

Myul: "Are you guys alright?!"

Mujuk: "We are... Bong almost died though... and..."

Myul: "Bong what?!"

Mujuk: "I don't know how he did that... It was like... he rose from the dead... You should have seen it."

As the weight of Mujuk's words sank in, Myul felt an adrenaline surge. He had seen the chaos unfold through his card—a twisted reflection of the reality his friends faced. Yet, he had to maintain his facade.

Though the sight of Bong nearly lifeless still haunted his mind, Myul masked his concern with feigned shock.

Myul: "What???"

Mujuk: "I know... Crazy..."

The following silence felt oppressive, each second stretching painfully as Myul's thoughts raced. His heart pounded in his chest as he envisioned the scene: Bong struggling, possibly at death's door, while Mujuk fought to hold off their mysterious attacker.

Myul: "Are you sure he's okay? You guys need to regroup. Where are you now?"

Mujuk: "We're at the old warehouse—it's a mess, but we're hiding out for now. That sword guy ran away..."

The words hung in the air like a thick fog. Myul felt a chill creep down his spine.

Myul: "He... ran away?"

Mujuk: "Yeah. One minute he was there, and the next... poof! It was like he knew he was outmatched or something."

Myul's mind raced with questions. Why would a seasoned fighter, armed with a sword and presumably skilled, flee? Was it fear? Or did he have a bigger plan in mind?

Myul: "That doesn't make sense. Why would he just leave you guys?"

Mujuk: "I don't know, man. Maybe he thought we were too much trouble? But we were holding our ground pretty well... until Bong... well, you know."

Myul: "This is too risky. You have to stay put and keep a low profile. Can you do that?"

Mujuk: "We'll try. But if he comes back—"

Myul: "We'll be there soon. Just hold tight, okay? Whatever you do, don't provoke him."

Myul: "But why did he run away...?"