Noctura

forty six

seungyoon

THE LIGHTING in the room hasn't changed, so I can't tell what time it is. It feels like it's been twelve hours since I first sat in this chair, but who knows how long it's really been? There's no way to tell.

My wrists have already begun to ache from being in handcuffs for so long.

How long are they going to keep me here?

Are they going to question me again?

Are they going to transfer me to a cell?

These questions will remain unanswered. I'm not going to ask them. No one would answer them even if I asked.

I'm not even sure if I'd be able to ask these questions.

It seems like Seunghoon left an eternity ago, and no one has been in since.

Are they just going to leave me here?

No. They have some kind of plan. They're probably getting their torture devices ready so they can try to force information out of me.

I take a deep breath in, close my eyes, and breathe out.

When I open my eyes again, everything is the same.

I'm still in this interrogation room, sitting across from my own reflection in a mirror, my hands cuffed to the table in front of me.

I'm waiting for something.

But what am I waiting for?

I close my eyes once again, and this time I picture Nephi's face.

I didn't need to turn myself in. If I hadn't turned myself in, Nephi would have escaped anyway. He had already escaped moments before I turned myself in.

But I can't dwell on that.

I did this to protect him, and he's safe now. That's the only thing that matters.

Where is he now, though?

Where would he go?

He's smart. I remind myself. He'll know what to do. He'll figure it out.

And when I get out of here, I'll find him.

I look at my hands, cuffed to the table.

Is there a way I could get out of these cuffs?

I don't think so.

And even if there was, what would I do after that?

Someone is most likely watching me right now, through the mirror that I'm forced to stare at. It's a window on the other side.

But there's no way I could even get out of these cuffs. I don't have anything to—

Bang!

I jump at the sound of a shot.

My head whips toward the door to this room, but nothing happens visually.

I can feel my heart beating more quickly in my chest.

Bang!

Another shot.

I can hear muffled yelling.

What is happening out there?

I listen carefully, trying to figure out what exactly might be happening.

But all I can hear is muffled chaos: gunshots going off, people shouting and letting out screams, and banging sounds.

Did someone attack the AAN building?