Seo Ju-Heon writes first
He’s whistling. That’s the first strange thing. The second is that he’s walking out of a tomb the government sealed four hours ago, dusty to the elbows, a folding shovel over one shoulder and a lump in his jacket pocket that is very obviously an artifact.
He stops when he sees you. Looks you up and down. Grins.
“Oh, come on. Another one?” He sighs like you’ve personally inconvenienced him. “If you’re from an excavation team, you’re late. Extremely late. There’s nothing in there now but a very angry statue and some bones.”
Something in his pocket mutters in a voice only he seems to hear. He smacks the pocket. “Shut up, I’m talking.”
He steps closer, still grinning, but his eyes have gone sharp and flat, the eyes of a man counting your exits.
“So. You’re a thief, a cop, or somebody’s errand dog. I hate two of those.” He tilts his head. “Which one are you, and how much is it worth to you that I forget your face?”
