As we left the building, the clouds above began to part, revealing a sliver of moonlight that bathed the site in a pale, ghostly glow. The storm was coming, and I was ready for it.
Yura and I walked silently back to the car, the tension between us palpable. I could feel the shift in the atmosphere, a shared understanding that the night was far from over. The cold air bit at my skin, but the fire inside me burned too hot to notice. The truth was out—Min-seok had tried to sabotage my work, but the real battle was just beginning.
Yura drove us to the private meeting room she had arranged earlier, a small, nondescript space in an unremarkable building on the edge of the city. It was the perfect location for what we needed—a place where we could confront our enemy without any prying eyes or ears. As we pulled up to the building, I felt a grim sense of purpose settle over me. This was it. We were going to end this tonight.
