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Chapter 210: The Substance of Darkness
Moon Joon was trying to clear his mind, but his thoughts were still jumbled and his emotions were in turmoil. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had to make a decision, and the weight of that responsibility was crushing him. His heart was racing, and his hands were trembling at the fingertips. He felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack, his voice shaking and his eyes pleading to say something, but unable to utter a word.
Just then, the café door swung open, and a new customer walked in. Moon Joon’s eyes locked onto the stranger’s face, and he felt a slight sense of relief wash over him. The stranger’s warm smile put Moon Joon at ease, and he felt his anxiety dissipate slightly. The sound of the stranger’s footsteps on the café floor, accompanied by the creaking of leather shoes, brought Moon Joon back to reality.
“Hello, Moon Joon,” the stranger said, their voice low and soothing. Moon Joon’s eyes met the stranger’s, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him. But as he looked deeper, he saw something in the stranger’s eyes that made his heart sink.
“I… I don’t know what to do,” Moon Joon said, his voice barely above a whisper. The stranger’s smile never wavered, but their eyes seemed to bore into Moon Joon’s soul.
“You must say the name of the dead person,” the stranger said, their voice firm but gentle. Moon Joon’s eyes widened in shock, and he felt like he had been punched in the gut. The stranger’s words hung in the air, and Moon Joon couldn’t shake off the feeling that his decision was crucial.
The café’s atmosphere shifted, and the aroma of coffee wafted through the air once more. Moon Joon’s heart was still racing, and his hands were still trembling. He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up. Just then, his phone rang, shrill and insistent. Moon Joon’s heart skipped a beat as he picked up the phone and checked the number. It was Joon Ho.
“Joon Ho?” Moon Joon said, his voice shaking like a leaf. Joon Ho’s voice was calm and reassuring, but Moon Joon’s anxiety only intensified.
“Moon Joon, let’s meet up now,” Joon Ho said. Moon Joon’s mind was racing, and he couldn’t process what was happening. He felt like he was losing control, and his world was spinning out of orbit.
“Where should we meet?” Moon Joon asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Joon Ho’s response was immediate.
“Let’s meet at the café,” Joon Ho said. Moon Joon’s heart sank, and he felt like he was staring into the abyss. He knew that he had to make a decision, but he was paralyzed with fear.
The rest of the conversation was a blur, with Moon Joon’s anxiety and fear threatening to consume him. He felt like he was trapped in a never-ending cycle of dread, unable to escape. The stranger’s words still lingered in his mind, echoing like a mantra: “You must say the name of the dead person.” Moon Joon’s heart was heavy, and his soul was tormented. He knew that he had to make a choice, but the consequences of that choice were too terrifying to contemplate.