No Turning Back

Jisoo's smile twitched.

Then—

She laughed.

Soft. Amused. As if she was genuinely entertained by Jin's response.

"You don't seem like the type to listen to reason." she mused, tilting her head. 

Jin exhaled slowly. "Is that what you call this?"

Jisoo simply smiled.

"I call it an opportunity," she said. "For you, for us, for all of us. But if you'd rather throw that away—"

Her eyes flicked toward the man Jin had cut down.

"Hanseong." Her voice was light, but edged in disapproval. "Still breathing?"

The man—Hanseong—grunted, still clutching his chest. Blood seeped through his fingers, but he forced himself to straighten.

"I'm fine," he muttered. "Just got caught off guard."

Jin's eyes narrowed.

He had slashed Hanseong across the chest. It should have slowed him down—should have weakened him at least a little.

But the man rolled his shoulders like it was nothing.

Jin felt his jaw tighten.