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Chapter 122: Dialogue in the Darkness
As we sipped our coffee together, an awkward silence fell between us. Min-jun’s gaze drifted down to his hands, his fingers still cold to the touch. Whenever we mentioned his hands, Min-jun felt a chill run down his spine, as if his very existence was being negated. Ever since he had read the script of the dead, his body had been growing colder by the day.
After taking a sip of our coffee, we turned to Min-jun and asked, “Min-jun, what did Sung-jun say to you?” Min-jun recounted his conversation with Sung-jun, and the memory of Sung-jun’s voice echoed in our minds. “Play the role of the dead.” Those words had left a deep impression on Min-jun’s heart. As we listened, our expressions subtly shifted, our gazes intensifying with interest.
We leaned in closer to Min-jun, our curiosity piqued. “Min-jun, you must have sensed something from Sung-jun. Why do you think he said that?” Min-jun pondered our question, recalling Sung-jun’s voice, his tone, and the glint in his eye. Every detail lingered in Min-jun’s mind, refusing to fade away.
As we pressed Min-jun for more information, he began to open up about Sung-jun’s gaze. It was like the gaze of a hunter, cold and calculating. Min-jun felt like he was neither the prey nor the hunter, just a mere presence on the path. Our expressions changed as we listened, our interest deepening.
We continued to question Min-jun, trying to understand what had transpired between him and Sung-jun. “Min-jun, you must have felt something from Sung-jun. What do you think he meant by those words?” Min-jun’s thoughts drifted back to Sung-jun’s voice, his tone, and the piercing gaze. Every aspect of their encounter remained etched in Min-jun’s memory, refusing to be erased.
As we listened to Min-jun’s account, our expressions underwent a subtle transformation, our interest growing more intense. Min-jun’s words painted a vivid picture in our minds, and we found ourselves drawn into the mystery of Sung-jun’s intentions.
We leaned in closer, our voices barely above a whisper. “Min-jun, what did you sense from Sung-jun? What do you think he was trying to convey?” Min-jun’s eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in thought, as he struggled to put his finger on the elusive feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach.
Our conversation continued, with Min-jun sharing more about his encounter with Sung-jun. With each passing moment, our interest deepened, and our expressions grew more intense. We were determined to unravel the enigma that was Sung-jun, and Min-jun’s words were the only clues we had to work with.
As the silence between us grew thicker, we couldn’t help but feel that we were on the cusp of uncovering a long-hidden truth. Min-jun’s words had awakened a sense of curiosity within us, and we were determined to see it through to the end.
With each passing moment, our questions grew more urgent, our need for answers more pressing. We were no longer just casual observers; we were active participants in the mystery that was unfolding before our eyes. And Min-jun, with his haunted gaze and his whispered words, was the key to unlocking the secrets that lay hidden in the darkness.