2.3 Dawn After This Night (1)

“Do you know where I’m going?”

“I don’t either.”

Geum Seoul tilted his head curiously as he raised his elbow, following the man's lead to fix it in place. The white shirt sleeve slid up his arm. The movement of buttoning the cuff was slightly uncomfortable, making him shrink his shoulders, but the man continued to move his hands with an expressionless face.