Director Ho’s mouth did not open.
And yet the spell had begun.
-Man.
Countless circular dents rippled across Agent Choi’s face.
The smile on his face twisted with the ripples.
And the moment he tried to pull his body back—
Thud.
“…!!”
Blood burst out as one side of his face caved in.
Flesh had been torn away in the exact pattern of the ripples.
No.
“Don’t move. Don’t move.”
I grabbed Agent Choi.
‘He’s doing it to the face, not the back of the hand.’
He was treating him differently than he treated the spies.
It meant: move, and I’ll kill you.
Cold sweat slid down my neck.
The spell continued.
-You will never be able to reveal this matter.
That was—
-You will become incapable of revealing it.
The bleeding intensified.
Blood ran across my hands where I held Agent Choi by the shoulders.
What could I do?
Director Ho’s spell didn’t come from his mouth. Even if I spoke to him or begged him, I couldn’t stop it.
-Your final state shall be as follows.
At this rate, wasn’t I just helping Agent Choi die more smoothly and quickly by holding him down?
I couldn’t help him run either. The spell had already started, and his equipment… his equipment was all inside my tattoo.
‘If I hadn’t disarmed him in the first place.’
No, if I hadn’t given him the note in the first place.
Maybe even being sent to the Glass Prison at the last moment would have been better.
But every moment had already passed, and…