Haneul went first, the way they'd planned.
Jin never saw him leave. One moment there was a long shadow stretched across the road ahead, and the next it was gone, sliding up the side of the left building like spilled ink climbing a wall. Jin moved along the base of the buildings with the katana low, keeping to the darkest patches, and counted in his head.
Ten seconds.
Fifteen.
At twenty, a dull thump came from the second floor of the left building. Then another. Then nothing.
At twenty-five, a shape on the rooftop across the street sat up straight, as if it had heard something. It turned its head. It never finished turning. A shadow rose up behind it, and the shape folded quietly out of sight below the edge of the roof.
Jin let out a breath.
Then Haneul's voice came out of the dark right beside his ear, so close that Jin almost swung at him.
"Jin," Haneul whispered. "You need to see something."
