"Who are you?" Victor asked, his irritation giving way to a far more interesting suspicion.
Victor kept his eyes on the woman, waiting for an answer to the question he had just asked.
She said nothing.
She merely smiled.
And it was in that smile that something clicked.
For an instant so brief that it almost seemed imaginary, Victor no longer saw the stranger standing before him.
He saw Yu Seol-Ha.
His Seol-Ha...
Not because their faces were identical, but because of small details that were difficult to explain: the way the corners of her lips rose when she seemed to know something others didn't, that insolent tranquility hidden beneath a gentle appearance, and even the slight narrowing of her eyes when she was enjoying herself at someone else's expense.
Victor was still trying to process the resemblance when a blur crossed his field of vision.
A wooden sword, drawn from who knew where, came straight toward his chest.
