Chapter 3 · free to read
Day four, eleven at night. Seo-jin could have lied and kept him in the room. He did the arithmetic and let him go instead.
He did not knock on the glass. He did not call the lift. He stood there for nineteen minutes.
Too clean to be Ha-ru. Ha-ru was many things and not one of them was tidy.
Nobody signs into a records floor at three. That was, he assumed, rather the point of doing it.
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