“Did you pack everything without leaving anything out? Medicine, or, you know, weapons or a shield…?”
“Yeah.”
“The Association sent some kind of sim-dan—like Gongjindan—the other day. Take that too. Want me to bring it? They say it’s precious.”
“Ah, Madam Park, you’re being extra. He’ll handle it himself. What is he, a kid?”
“I packed stuff way better than what they sent.”
“See?”
“Right… I’m sure you did just fine. Even so, okay? If the situation allows, make sure you eat, don’t starve, don’t get hurt, and if it feels too dangerous, just don’t do it…”
“Mom.”
“…”
Gyeon Riok finished tying his combat-boot laces and stood.
He looked quietly at Madam Park clutching his hand, then wrapped her hand in his and patted the back of it.
“I’ll be back.”
A plain farewell. That was all.
Clack—chrrring.
The wind chime above the closed front door rang.
A cheap souvenir they’d bought long ago at some tourist spot.
They said it would bring luck to the family, so…