╰┈➤ "𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" The king's words were like a dagger piercing through my heart. In the brief moment where his gaze met mine, I felt an overwhelming sense of fear rise into my belly. The question, though simple in its wording, was weighted...
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The sudden, unexpected voice breaks Y/N out of her shock. She looks up to see a unfamiliar man looking down at her, concern etched on his face. His features are shadowed by the dim light of the room, but his eyes glint with worry as he asks, "Are you okay, Y/N?" The question hangs heavily in the air, and she finds herself taken aback by the unexpected intervention and the presence of a stranger.
The unfamiliar man swiftly moves into action, swiftly grabbing the unconscious man by his collar and lifting him off of Y/N. With a fierce display of strength, he tosses the man to the side, his unconscious body hitting the ground with a thud. Without missing a beat, he turns his attention to the other man who had been holding Y/N's hand, delivering a powerful punch to his gut that sends him staggering backward, gasping for air.
The unfamiliar man doesn't hesitate. With a firm but controlled movement, he kicks the three men, forcing them to scramble out of the house in pain and confusion. His kicks are precise, and he makes it clear that they are not welcome. They stumble and scramble to their feet, hastily leaving the house, their egos bruised and their intentions thwarted by the unexpected intervention.
The unfamiliar man offers his hand to Y/N, his voice gentle yet firm. "Come on, let's get you out of here," he says, his eyes filled with concern. He can sense the shock and confusion coursing through her, and his movements are deliberate, attempting to provide some reassurance in the midst of the chaos. His hand remains extended, a silent invitation to take hold and find some semblance of stability in this unfamiliar situation.
Y/N slowly rises to her feet, her body still trembling with the adrenaline of the ordeal. She looks at the man who has come to her rescue, her eyes locking onto his as she asks, "Who are you?" Her voice is a mix of gratitude and lingering uneasiness, the situation still fresh in her mind. She takes a moment to compose herself, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves as she awaits his response, hoping for some answers in this strange and unnerving encounter.
He introduces himself, a calm and reassuring presence amidst the chaos of the moment. His voice is steady as he says, "I'm Ho Jin. I was one of the men watching over the crowd on the day you stumbled into town, unconscious." His words carry a sense of empathy and understanding, and it's clear that he has been keeping tabs on her situation. His eyes meet hers with a gentle yet determined gaze, conveying a silent promise of assistance and support in the uncertain times ahead.
Y/N nods in acknowledgment, her eyes meeting Ho Jin's with gratitude. They move away from the room, stepping out into the cool night air. The chaos of the ordeal seems to slowly fade away, replaced by the tranquility of the night. Despite the lingering sense of unease, Y/N finds herself grateful for Ho Jin's intervention and presence.
After a brief moment of silence, Ho Jin breaks the quiet with a gentle question. His tone is soft, and his eyes hold a mix of curiosity and concern as he asks, "Do you remember Misun?" His inquiry is posed delicately, as if aware of the potential emotional weight it may carry. He waits, his gaze fixed on Y/N, searching for any signs of recognition or understanding as he patiently awaits her reply.
