Seo Ryung didn't even loosen his grip one bit. The cold steel of his sharp blade was pressing against the intruder's throat, his breath was steady despite the erratic racing of his heart.
"I would advise you to speak." His voice was a bit low, although it was brimming with a quiet fury of someone who would not even hesitate to kill.
The figure had struggled for a short moment before finally going still.
Then, a strained voice. "Mister, Seo Ryung… it's me."
Seo Ryung gaspingly blinked.
And slowly, he loosened his grip and turned the intruder around to see his face.
It was Dae-hyun.
The younger boy's face was pale, his breathing was uneven. He looked extremely guilty, terrified, even. Seo Ryung had narrowed down his eyes, and was still not lowering his blade.
"What the hell are you doing sneaking around the armory?"
Dae-hyun haf swallowed hard. "I-I was just… I needed to check on something."
