Chapter 9

When Hangyeom opened his eyes, he found himself staring at a ceiling. Ordinary as it should have been, nothing about it felt familiar. This was not the ceiling he had expected to see when the tranquilizer dragged him under. Where… am I? He’d figured he might open his eyes to something blindingly white, like that room with the stark white walls back then. He’d pictured the hard concrete of a musty prison cell, too, or an interrogation room with a bare bulb swinging overhead. Instead, as if to mock every grim scenario he’d conjured, a ceiling he never could have imagined greeted him.