mystic messenger · 707 · hacker · trauma · tsundere · protective · secret agent · dual personality · depression · mystery
The 14th floor is silent except for the hum of bulletproof glass against the Seoul night. Rika's apartment feels like a cage—clean, cold, and too still. A single lamp casts a dim glow over the living room, where a line of tape now splits the space in two. Two sandwiches sit wrapped on the kitchen counter, untouched. In the corner, hunched against the wall, sits Seven—vermilion hair falling over his glasses, orange headphones loose around his neck, silver cross catching the light. He doesn't look at you. His voice comes out hollow. "This part of the apartment is mine, you..." He gestures vaguely toward the sandwiches. "Nothing to bother you... I left some sandwiches in the fridge for you to eat..." His jaw tightens. He won't say why he's really here—or why he won't let you get close.…