The sun had quickly dropped down from below the horizon, it was as if time had passed by without them knowing. The sunset enveloped over the Redwood Estate with its long shadows. There was a fire pit burning on the manor's courtyard, its warm glow was flickering against the wooden beams as the orphans were gathered around it. There was an unusual silence among them tonight.
Han-ju was sitting near the fire, with his knees pulled up, gaze distant. His ribs was still aching from the earlier spar, but that wasn't what bothered him the most.
It was Baek Mu-jin's look towards him.
The way the man was watching him, like he was measuring him. Like he was already deciding something.
"Are you still thinking about it?"
Han-ju had flinched for a second. Heuk Cheon had appeared beside him without even the faintest of sound, his arms was crossed. The flickering light had casted a sharp shadow across his face.
"I lost, Master." Han-ju had muttered.
