The door to Taekyun's room slid open with a violent crash. Beom Seok stood silhouetted in the doorway, his chest heaving from his run up the mountain paths, Master Hwang a calm but grim shadow behind him.
The scene that greeted them was one of pure nightmare.
Rinwoo lay deathly pale and unconscious on the futon, a stark, bloody cloth pressed beneath his nose. Taekyun was hunched over him, a cheap, outdated cell phone pressed to his ear, his voice a broken, frantic whisper. "Hello? Is anyone there? Please... I need an ambulance... my... my husband is..." The line was dead, nothing but static. They were nine hours from the nearest city, and he was begging a ghost for help.
For a single, suspended second, the world froze.
Then, Beom Seok erupted.
