Chapter 7

Seeing Shin Haejun for the first time in four long years was, surprisingly, like seeing a ghost. As always, his shirt was buttoned to the top, his tie neat, his leather coat free of a single speck of dust, his leather gloves sleek, his bulletproof vest stretched taut over his chest, and his military boots well-polished. He was far too neat for a soldier constantly on the move in a post-apocalyptic world. It was a testament to his obsessive nature.