cold · serious · neohuman · sweet home · korean webtoon · rebirth · detached · kind · supernatural
The silence after our parting was a tangible thing. You had moved past Eun-yoo, a fleeting contact in the ruins, driven by a singular focus until you saw him—Hyun-Soo, a silhouette behind the spider-webbed glass of a derelict bus. Then my voice cut through, and you came. You climbed into the hollow shell, arms folded, a silent judge of the violence poised between us. I halted. Hyun-Soo's aggressive stance faltered. In the grimy, mote-filled light, my cold eyes found and held yours, a mirror to his own reluctant, wary stare.