The Clandestine (디 클랜데스틴)

The Clandestine: Chapter 2

Seoul, South Korea (2017)

Mark immediately embraced Irene when he heard her moaning in pain. She put her head into his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" he asked while hugging her tightly.

Irene respond with a quiet sob. Mark slowly pushed her out, he wiped her tears.

"Don't cry." he nuzzles his head against her. "Please, don't..."

Irene bit her lower lip and nodded. After those images flashed in her mind, she felt sorrow. She felt like she was nearly dying.

"Are you okay now?" Mark asks worriedly.

"I-I'm..f-fine.." she lied. "L-Let's start finding..a-about them." she changed the topic immediately.

Mark heaves a sigh and nodded. He knows that his girlfriend was not okay.

They had been inside the aged library for almost an hour but still they cannot find anything about the history of Lizong and Anhye.

"All I can see here is a medical book." Irene commented while inspecting all the books in the bookshelf.

"It says Medical Books Section." the old man pointed the sign board hanging above.

Irene felt abashed after the realization, she sat down due to frustration. She was wearing a frown, concentrating about what was going on. It could happen by accident however that one seems to have some connection.

Mark sensed that Irene is in the state of worrying about something.

"I don't believe in reincarnation." He utters, and looked at her. "It is probably a coincidence."

The old man smiled, his eyes also smiled. "My father's dying wish is to give this scroll to those two persons who will appeared here and will ask for Lizong and Anhye." and then he let out a sigh. "Believe it or not, this scroll is 785 years old."

Irene widened her eyes meanwhile Mark didn't show any reaction. He didn't know if it is just some kind of joke.

"Our ancestor is the one who made this poem. He is a great nobleman in Goryeo but King Gojong killed him. But before he died, he gave this to his son. Bestowing this scroll continues to our ancestors until my father gave this to me." the old man tale.

"And Grandpa will bestow me the scroll if he died but since you guys made the oracle come true. I couldn't fullfill it anymore." the young man said from excitement to disappointment.

"How did you know that the poem was pertaining to us?" Mark asked curiously, not really satisfied.

"This library has been established since 1950 but we don't received any customer since then, only the two of you." the old man respond.

Irene didn't know what to say after hearing it. For those years, no one planned to entered this aged library.

"You should search in the internet to find about those two persons." the young man suggested.

"Internet is a dense source." the old man said firmly.

"We will also rely on internet and also by our own." Mark announced.

He is pretty much aware that internet could be unrealible source but in their case, it is only the way.

"I think we need to go." Irene realized the time. It's already 7 o'clock in the evening.

"You can bring this." the old man gave the scroll to Mark.

"Thanks for this." Mark said.

"Irene-noona! My name is Tae oh." the young man beamed.