The room didn't disappear. It started going back in time.
Hyun Woo blinked once, and his room wasn't his room anymore.
The bed was smaller.
The paint on the wall was brighter.
His eyes landed on the corner—on that tiny half-moon night light plugged into the wall down low. It was glowing weakly, just like it did every night when he was eight.
His throat tightened.
"…this is…"
His childhood room.
Eight years old.
A memory he pushed so deep he barely remembered it anymore.
The Chain of Móryo pulsed against his wrist, and the hallway behind him filled with a sound he hadn't heard in years—
A small, scared sob.
Hyun Woo froze.
That voice…
his chest trembled just hearing it.
His little brother.
The door pushed open suddenly.
A small boy ran in, cheeks red, tears running down his face, calling out his name with the same voice Hyun Woo used to hear every morning.
"Hyung-ah! Hyung-ah…!"
Hyun Woo stepped toward him without thinking, hand shaking, breath stuck in his chest.
