As the first morning light touched the sky, discarded rubbers littered the street. Torn newspapers flew across the roadside like ghosts searching for their paths.
Fast-moving vehicles drove past the Bastion Hospital junction, the wet fog blurring their front windshields.
Inside the Storm mansion in the east, Min-ji stood in the garden, her left arm on her waist and her right scratching her chin.
"Now that that little brat is angry with that bitch—how do I turn her brother's mind onto me?" she uttered softly. She stared at the slow-moving leaves of the fig tree, her thoughts racing.
Branches cast a green ray on her as sunlight passed through them.
Min-ji's eyes closed for a second, and when she cracked them open, a strange smile tugged on her face. "I know exactly how to turn the cards," she whispered.
She turned away from the fig tree and walked back inside the mansion. Joy filled her heart, and she began planning her next moves internally.
