The silence of the safe house had been a cocoon, but the hum of Yuna’s Seoul apartment was the sound of the world waiting. Jun stood in the center of the vast, open-plan living room, feeling like a specimen under glass. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city that was both breathtaking and terrifying. It was a landscape of sheer, audacious life, a world he had only ever seen through a sniper’s scope or on propaganda reels designed to provoke hatred. Now, he was standing in its heart, and the sensation was vertigo.
Yuna watched him from the doorway, giving him space. She saw the way his shoulders tensed, how his eyes, once capable of tracking a bird in flight from a kilometer away, now seemed overwhelmed by the sheer density of stimuli. A delivery drone buzzed pas
