***
(Meanwhile: Arven, Hana, Seorin.)
The three of them stood inside the cave in heavy silence.
Hana's small hands were trembling slightly. Not because she doubted her father— but because she knew exactly where he had stayed behind.
Thousands of Munches.
Arven, meanwhile, was shaking for a completely different reason. Stress. Panic. Anger. She kept pacing in small circles like her thoughts were chasing each other.
And then there was Seorin.
Seorin wasn't moving at all.
She just stood there, staring at the ground.
Frozen.
(Aunty Seorin is just standing there… isn't she worried about Dad?) Hana wondered.
Slowly, Hana shuffled closer.
"Aunty drunky?"
No response.
Hana leaned a little more, trying to peek at her face—
And froze.
Seorin wasn't blank.
She was glaring downward, eyes dark and burning with layered emotion— anger, frustration, fear, and something dangerously close to murderous intent. Even the air around her felt heavier.
