By the fluffy beige carpet, a pair of white sneakers stood by the foot of the bed, inviting him for a walk.
Thanh Van's lips twitched. This was clearly a dare.
Take a walk and see if Kim Jihun would recognize you in your current state?
Drying his hair with one hand, Thanh Van ignored the shoes entirely, climbing onto his bed to check out the file.
He sat cross-legged atop the duvet, the files resting on his lap, some of the water droplets smudging the ink of the title of the first file:
PROJECT SCHWARSTEIN
[ TOP SECRET ] was stamped in red beneath the title.
Thanh Van's interest roused as he flipped the file open.
