It didn’t take Jae long to incapacitate the two guards. He tucked his rope into the back of his pants and covered it with his shirt, ready to pull it out again in an instant if he needed to.
According to the girl with the cut bangs, Sun’s door was the last at the end of the long hallway. Jae frowned at the moldy ceiling and stained walls. How could Sun survive in a place like this? She deserved a mansion, a palace in the heart of Pyongyang, where performers entertained every night and rice was served three times a day. He felt no remorse for attacking the guards. Anyone who held his sister captive deserved even worse.
His hands remained steady as he cracked open the door. Even though her back was facing him, he recognized Sun immediately. She was thinner, though he wouldn’t have thought
