Clink, clink... A hand, covered in white gloves, aimlessly hovered over the neatly arranged surgical instruments. Eventually, the hand stopped over a sharp scalpel. The man slumped his head forward. A small sigh escaped him.
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Uijaeâs eyes lifted upwards. The man he had just seen was unmistakably...
âSong Joheon...â
It was indeed Song Joheon. The first hunter he encountered upon returning after eight years. A person from his own time who had made Uijae realize that he was truly back in his original world. Uijae vividly remembered the Song Joheon he had seen on the old brown TV screenâconfident, like a sharp-eyed tiger.
â...â
Uijae wanted to believe it wasnât true. Song Joheon had always been an ambitious person, but Uijae thought they were walking the same path. They had endured hard times together. He had never considered him to be a bad person.
Crack... The metal corner of the bookshelf Uijae had grabbed crumpled in his hand. He quickly let go.
â...â
Song Joheonâs body hadnât looked like this eight years ago. Sure, there were scars, but nothing like these patchwork stitches that made him look like a rag doll. Uijae asked in a low voice.
âWhen did Song Joheon get... those scars? Do you know?â