Just Twilight

[Anything you want to eat?]

[Something super sweet. With chocolate in it.]

Beomjin smirked at the message as he made his way down to the underground parking lot. For someone who acted so mature and composed all the time, she sure had a childish palate.

"Sweet dessert, huh."

He wasn’t the type to frequent places that served things like that, and there was no one in his life who particularly enjoyed them. After some effort, he recalled a bakery inside a hotel he had visited once for a meeting. That would have to do. He started calculating his route.

Just as he stepped out of the elevator, his phone rang. It was Samdu.

"What?"

— Boss, are you still at the office?

"I’m leaving. Why?"

Beomjin quickened his pace. The bakery closed in fifteen minutes, and he didn’t want to get caught up in unnecessary business. But Samdu’s voice on the other end sharpened as he spoke quickly.

— I’m at the security booth because of the blacklist vehicle registration system. We’re running a test, and an unregistered car just got flagged. I think you might know it. A white Benz, plate number 3743. This was the one from Busan…

The air shifted.

The moment he sensed the hostile presence rushing toward him, Beomjin yanked the phone from his ear and turned.

He barely managed to catch the wrist lunging at him, but he could feel a dull pressure blooming in his lower abdomen.@@novelbin@@

"Die, Kwon Beomjin."

The blade twisted.

Warm liquid trickled down his wrist.

Just before his phone hit the ground, he thought he heard Samdu shouting something.