In the eerily silent deck 4, Kim Jihun's body rested against the cold wall, two heavy dead weights leaning on his chest.
The morbid calmness was broken with soft steps partly muffled by the carpet.
A butcher knife gleamed in the flashing lights, and the NPC halted before the unconscious body, stormy eyes studying the barely breathing man with silent contemplation.
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The drive to the hospital was shorter than Kim Jihun had hoped. The driver had cut through the many green and lush sceneries as advised, just so that Jihun could calm his heart, and dread a little less of what he was to see next.
It didn't help.
The hospital doors rolled open with a 'hiss' that only added to the weight on his shoulders. The nurses that stood by the reception recognised CEO Kim and bowed quietly before making way, moving silently like ghosts.
His steps echoed in the long corridors, the hospice care sign glaring at him from the sidewall.
