The crack had spread again.
Kang Min tilted his head to the side and studied the fracture line in the bathroom mirror, collar pulled down, the overhead light doing its best to make everything look worse than it was. The crack ran along the left side of his neck, roughly from the collarbone upward, the edges slightly raised like a fault line in dried clay. Golden light bled through it slowly, not pulsing, just leaking.
Four days back on Earth. He had visited Woonhee and Min-ju, eaten real food, slept twice in a bed that wasn't inside a Tower floor. And the fracture had still moved two, maybe three millimeters during that time.
He pressed two fingers against it. No pain.
"That's the part that's a problem," he muttered to his reflection.
