2.3 Dawn After This Night (2)

Quickly. Quickly. Geum Seoul's eyes traced the wall again. A concrete wall, still flat, and a tiny crack. His slowly moving fingers stopped.

It should be around here.

Geum Seoul's hand trembled. He wondered if it would turn just by touching it like before, but even after groping the area, it remained still. Perhaps a different method was needed to turn the door in the opposite direction. A dizzying stiffness seized his back, and his tense breath poured out. Meanwhile, a presence had drawn very close.