Meanwhile, in Berlin, Germany. The night stretched cold and colorless beyond the glass windows.
Owen sat on the floor with his back against the wall. An empty bottle dangled from his fingers.
The room was a mess, a shattered mirror splitting his reflection into jagged pieces, a chair overturned, glass scattered across the floor.
His knuckles were bruised, slightly bleeding. He stared at the floor without blinking at all.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
"Owen!"
Jin-ah rushed in, her eyes widened, Owen did it again, ever since they arrived he had been crashing out.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, her breath shaking when she saw the mess.
"Please don't hurt yourself anymore…"
"..."
Owen didn't answer and didn't look at her either.
She carefully pried the bottle from his hand and pushed it away. Then she pulled him into her arms, holding him tightly against her chest.
"Owen… please… talk to me."
He remained still, no response, just staring at the floor.
