**Twelve Minutes Until Showtime**
The ambulance doors closed on Yu-Jin's pale face, sirens wailing as it sped away from the Grand Theater. Min-Hee watched until the red lights disappeared around the corner, her hands still stained with Yu-Jin's blood.
"She'll be okay," Do-Hyun said beside her. His voice was strange—familiar but different. Deeper. More solid. The voice of someone fully alive instead of half-dead. "She's survived worse."
"Has she?" Min-Hee turned to look at him. Really look at him. In the streetlights, he looked almost exactly like he had in those old forum photos. Dark hair falling across his forehead. Sharp cheekbones. Eyes that held too much depth for someone who should be twenty years old. Except now there was color in his cheeks. Breath moving his chest. A pulse visi
