The King stood there for a moment after closing the door.
The chamber had finally fallen silent again. The distant echoes of the Munches faded deeper into the tunnels, leaving only the soft crackle of the torches and the quiet rustle of fabric as the massive mascot body shifted slightly.
Slowly, the King turned.
Her enormous round head tilted downward toward the bed.
Toward Si Hon.
He was still lying there with his arms tied behind his back, exactly where she had left him.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then she said one word.
"Now."
The oversized mascot eyes stared at him expectantly.
Si Hon didn't answer.
He just lay there.
Completely still.
His face was strangely blank.
No anger.
No confusion.
No panic.
Just a flat, distant expression, like someone whose brain had quietly stepped out of the room to take a break.
The silence stretched for a few seconds.
Then—
Si Hon let out a dry, hollow laugh.
"Haha…"
Another one followed, weaker.
"…Haha…"
