After the intense skirmish, as Seok-Jin's team pursues the retreating Bugu town attackers, those of us remaining at the City Hall shelter begin the sombre task of clearing the debris and assessing the damage. The air is still thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the metallic tang of spilled blood, a stark reminder of the battle we have just endured. Dust particles dance in the shafts of sunlight that filter through the shattered windows, casting an eerie glow over the devastated interior.
As I coordinate the cleanup efforts, directing the weary survivors to salvage what they can and tend to the wounded, Yong approaches me, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. Beside him is a woman, her clothes torn and covered in dust, visibly shaken and trying to shrink away from the eyes fixed upon her. Her dark hair is matted with sweat and grime, and her wide, fearful eyes dart around the room, as if seeking an escape.
