The water cooled around him until it turned ice cold. Only then did he rise, water dripping from his frame, his hair clinging to his shoulders like strands of ink.
As he toweled himself off, Junghwa paused, catching his reflection in the polished bronze mirror. He lifted the towel and dabbed at his face, his expression composed and distant as he met his own eyes. But his hands trembled slightly, betraying the calm in his demeanor. His eyes were hauntingly dark, a stark contrast to his outward composure.
