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    There were fresh gunshots still left on the walls like a reminder. He averted his eyes.

    The world felt hollow. Distant.

    He tried not to think about Jung-bae. About his voice. About his hand on Dae-ho’s shoulder just that morning, steady and warm.

    “You're braver than you think.”

    He wasn’t.

    He passed a trail of bloody footprints, one of them smeared sideways like someone had been dragged. He kept walking.

    His chest felt too tight. Like he couldn’t get enough air.

    And then he saw the door to the bathroom.

    It was cracked open, light spilling out in a narrow beam across the floor.

    Dae-ho reached for the handle and slipped inside.

    The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead. The sinks were cracked, one or two running with a slow, steady drip. The mirrors were smeared with grime and handprints, most of them too low to belong to anyone still standing.

    He just wanted to sit. To breathe. To be invisible, even if only for a minute.

    But when he stepped around the corner, toward the back sinks, he froze.

    There was someone already there.

    or

    What if Dae-ho wasn't totally alone after the riot?
    (im so sorry if someone already did this)

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    03 Aug 2025