Jeon sat on the floor, breathing heavily, clenching his trembling fingers into fists. Drops of blood slowly trickled down his knuckles, leaving scarlet marks on his skin. He had just broken a mirror, losing his temper. The shards reflected his face - cold, predatory, alien.
He hated that look.
But there, opposite him, kneeling, was Hyun. His bare feet touched the sharp edges of the glass, but ...
