The carriage slowed as it neared the outskirts of the Amagi estate. Min-jae's eyes, narrowed, scanned the familiar skyline, the slate rooftops, the trimmed hedges, the stone walls that marked the boundary of wealth and influence.
Even from a distance, he could feel the weight of history pressing down on him, the invisible lines of authority and expectation that had always made him uncomfortable.
He leaned back, hands clasped over his stomach, and let out a dry laugh, more to himself than anyone else. "I don't even have to step foot in there.." he muttered. "Why make a mess of it for myself?"
Saar, sitting opposite him, raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting more. "Excuse me, Master?"
