"When?"
Gong Sang-hwan Mun-Yeong froze, his blood running cold. He hadn't felt a single footstep, hadn't sensed a flicker of presence. Yet someone was standing right in front of him.
Who is this?
As his eyes focused on the man who had spoken, shock gave way to sheer bewilderment.
The stranger was dressed entirely in black, the cloth clinging to his gaunt frame and a mask obscuring his face. He held a sword in one hand.
“…”
It was a robber.
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