In the labyrinthine underbelly of Busan, a city where night never seems to end, reigns Choi San, a centuries-old vampire with control over the darker elements. His world is one of cold dominance and strict hierarchies-a place where humans are strict...
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𓊈𒆜𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎 𝕾𝖆𝖓𒆜𓊉
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As evening descended, the atmosphere in my office was tense and charged with an undercurrent of apprehension. Mingi, Yeosang, Wooyoung, and I sat around the large, dark oak table that dominated the room, each of us carrying our own concerns into the gathering. The dim light from the antique lamp cast long shadows across the room, mirroring the uncertainty that loomed over our discussion.
Mingi had set up several sheets of parchment in front of him, a charcoal pencil in his hand ready to capture whatever insights might come. The room was silent, save for the soft scratching of Mingi's pencil and the distant sound of the wind whispering against the windows.
I glanced at Wooyoung, who sat next to me, his expression a mix of curiosity and worry. His presence, always a source of comfort, felt especially significant tonight as we delved into the unknown. I reached under the table to squeeze his hand reassuringly, offering him a smile which he returned, albeit weakly.
"Alright, Mingi," Yeosang began, his voice steady and commanding the room's attention. "You mentioned earlier that your vision was particularly vivid this time. Can you go through it with us, and perhaps elaborate on any symbols or details you saw?"
Mingi nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration as he began to speak. "In the vision, I saw Wooyoung surrounded by a soft, radiant light, almost ethereal in nature. It was like he was at the center of some kind of spiritual awakening or transformation." He paused, his eyes flickering to Wooyoung, gauging his reaction. "But what was most notable was that his necklace—the one he always wears—was missing. It felt significant, like its absence was a pivotal part of whatever was happening."
Wooyoung's hand tightened around mine under the table, his concern palpable. "My necklace?" he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. He instinctively reached for it, fingers brushing against the cool metal that lay against his chest.
"Yes, and there's more," Mingi continued, turning his attention back to the parchment. "San, you were also in the vision, but not near Wooyoung as usual. You were far ahead, almost as if you were leading the way or searching for something. Your expression was intense, determined, even troubled." He paused, his pencil hovering over a sheet where he had started to sketch. "There was a sense of urgency in your stance, a drive that seemed critical to the unfolding events."
I felt a chill run down my spine as Mingi's description brought a surge of unexplained emotions. The distance between Wooyoung and me in the vision was unsettling, a stark contrast to how we always strived to stay connected.
Mingi began to sketch again, his movements quick and sure as he tried to capture the essence of the vision. Every so often, he would bite his lip, a sign of his deep focus and perhaps anxiety about the gravity of his revelations.
