Through The Tunnels

The sun was slowly dipping below the horizon, casting its final golden rays across the manicured garden. A gentle evening breeze rustled through the hedges and trees, stirring the leaves but never breaking the solemn calm of the place. From his hiding spot among the flower bushes, Han-bin observed the elderly woman making her way toward the mausoleum—something she had done faithfully for the past few months. The grounds were empty, silent except for the soft rustling of nature. With a bit of luck, this might be the moment Han-bin had been waiting for—his final opportunity. Seao Min-gyu had urged him to retreat, to abandon the mission, but Han-bin wasn't ready to walk away. Not yet. Not until he had done everything he could.