Days passed quietly.
Too quietly.
Seo-yoon stayed under Sang An's protection.
Safe.
Hidden.
But not at peace.
Questions lingered.
Growing louder with each passing day.
Sang An always knew things.
Too much.
About the watchers.
About the danger.
About her.
And Seo-yoon noticed.
That night—
The room was dim.
Soft light spilling across the floor.
Sang An stood near the window, arms crossed, lost in thought.
Seo-yoon watched her.
Silent.
Thinking.
Then—
"…Sang An."
Sang An glanced over slightly.
"…Yeah?"
Seo-yoon's eyes were steady.
"…Why are you protecting me?"
A pause.
"…Who am I to you?"
Silence.
Sang An didn't answer.
Not immediately.
Her gaze shifted away.
"…It's better for the past to be unsaid."
Seo-yoon's expression hardened.
"…No."
Her voice was sharper now.
"…Tell me."
Sang An stayed quiet.
That was enough.
Seo-yoon stood up.
Her patience—gone.
"TELL ME!!"
The room went still.
"…What are you hiding?" she demanded.
Sang An's eyes flickered slightly.
For a moment—
Something broke through her calm.
Then—
She spoke.
Low.
Careful.
"…You're still too young to know the truth."
Seo-yoon froze.
"…Too young?" she repeated.
Her voice dropped.
"…I'm turning sixteen this August."
Silence filled the space between them.
Sang An looked at her.
Really looked at her.
Not as a child.
But not fully as an equal either.
"…Seo-yoon…"
Her voice softened slightly.
"…I'll tell you when the time is right."
A pause.
"…Be patient."
Seo-yoon's fists clenched.
"…You said that before."
Sang An didn't reply.
Because there was nothing else she could say.
She turned.
And walked toward the door.
"…Rest," she said quietly.
Then—
She left.
🌑 Left Behind
The door clicked shut.
Seo-yoon stood there.
Still.
Her heart was racing.
Her mind louder than ever.
"…What are you hiding…?" she whispered.
She looked down at her hands.
The same hands that had begun to change.
To control.
To awaken.
"…And what am I becoming…?"
🌙 Outside the Door
Sang An stood in the hallway.
Her expression no longer calm.
Her jaw tightened slightly.
"…Not yet…" she murmured.
A flicker of memory crossed her eyes—
A girl.
Crying.
Begging.
"…I won't let it happen again."
🌑 Final Moment
Back in the room—
Seo-yoon sat down slowly.
This time—
She didn't push.
But the curiosity stayed.
Burning.
Waiting.
Because deep down—
She knew.
The truth wasn't just hidden.
It was dangerous.