When Jun steps into his father's office, the stillness of the room nearly suffocates him.
The air feels stale, untouched for days. The desk, once meticulously organized, is now covered in scattered papers, forgotten in a rush.
His father's chair sits empty, and for the first time, the thought he's been pushing away claws its way to the surface.
Jun's body goes numb as he stares at the room.
His knees threaten to buckle, but he grips the edge of the desk, his mind a whirlwind of denial and dread.
He stands there in a daze, time slipping away until his emotions surge, spurring him to leave the room abruptly.
His steps are heavy as he makes his way to his father's secretary.
"Did my dad come to office today? What about yesterday? Where's my dad? Did he tell you where he will be going?" Jun demands, his voice sharp and desperate.
Asking questions without waiting for answers.
