The sun hung low, casting harsh shadows across the cracked asphalt as they walked in silence.
The hospital loomed in the distance — a jagged silhouette against the sky, its windows dark and lifeless.
Jin kept his eyes forward, staff resting against his shoulder, his grip tight enough to turn his knuckles white. Every step sent a dull ache through his body, the phantom pain of the fight lingering like an echo.
Seul walked beside him, wiping dried blood from her lip. Her movements were stiff, her arm trembling slightly from overexertion, but she didn't complain.
None of them did.
Joon trailed behind, his Magnetron Spheres floating lazily around him, electricity crackling softly in the quiet. He rolled his shoulder, grimacing at the soreness.
"I hope this place is worth it," he muttered, voice rough. "If they try to kill us after all this, I might actually lose my mind."
Seul snorted, rubbing at her wrist. "What if they're already dead?"
