The sky slowly turned pale blue as exhaustion settled heavily on everyone's shoulders.
They had spent hours driving around Highway 51 together with the police.
Street after street. Corner after corner. Village after village.
But there was no Maple Street.
None.
Not even an abandoned sign. Nothing…
The frustration inside the car had long turned into suffocating silence.
Jiho drove with one hand while the other repeatedly rubbed his tired eyes. Yeongjae sat in the passenger seat staring blankly outside the window, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful.
Meanwhile, in the backseat, Sora leaned against the door with her arms crossed.
She hadn't slept.
Not even for a second.
And yet—
Her mind refused to stop working.
Maple Street.
A house with a huge maple tree.
A basement.
Something about it bothered her.
Like there was a missing piece she simply couldn't reach.
Beside her, Isla quietly watched everyone.
Then finally—
"We should stop for now."
