The night soon turned to morning, and the empire fell into a quiet lull as the festivities ended. After the dance, Seong-Hoon and I didn't exchange another word for the rest of the night. The air between us felt heavy with unspoken emotions, so I chose to spend the remaining hours chatting with the citizens instead. It was heartwarming—wholesome, even.
People shared their stories of how they had ended up in this world, each tale more surreal than the last. Some, emboldened by the drinks, pledged their loyalty to me with slurred yet heartfelt words. I smiled and accepted their kindness, feeling a deep sense of connection with each of them. No matter who they were or where they came from, I believed everyone deserved a chance.
But the peace was short-lived.
