The inside of Jiho's car was suffocatingly quiet.
No one dared to speak as they watched Sora and the two police officers standing outside the gates of the mental facility.
The bright white lights above the entrance illuminated Sora's pale face as she spoke to the security guard and one of the employees behind the counter window.
Yeongjae sat in the passenger seat, his elbow resting against the window while his fingers pressed hard against his lips.
Anxiety was slowly eating him alive.
Behind him, Isla sat silently in the backseat.
Her eyes never left Sora.
Not even for a second.
Jiho drummed his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel.
"Hurry…" he muttered under his breath.
The cold air outside fogged the car windows slightly, making the entire place feel even more eerie.
Then finally—
The employee finished reading the documents the officers handed over.
He immediately picked up the phone beside him and dialed someone.
A few seconds later—
He nodded.
