plaything
The office was dim. The rain slowly descended on the window, streaking the view of the city with silvery lines. The clock showed almost midnight. The sound of ticking was the only movement in the air—except for the embers of Lee Myung-Jun's cigarette, which flickered on and off in the dark like a tired heart. Elena was before him, standing still. The black blazer framed her shoulders like armor. She didn't say anything. He just watched — his gray eyes, fixed, impassive. Myung-Jun slowly turned around, resting his hands on the mahogany table. His reflection broke into a thousand fragments in the glass. > "You know what happens tomorrow, don't you?" — he said, in a calm voice, almost a whisper. " They will all be in the same place. The ceremony. The school will want to show off as if nothing had happened. Teachers, principals, the girls' parents... " He took a slow drag, the cigarette crackling
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The office was dim. The rain slowly descended on the window, streaking the view of the city with silvery lines. The clock showed almost midnight. The sound of ticking was the only movement in the air—except for the embers of Lee Myung-Jun's cigarette, which flickered on and off in the dark like a tired heart. Elena was before him, standing stil...Read more