Do-Jin Lee

The back of the car smelled musty, like old gasoline and damp earth. A dull ache in my temple throbbed in time with my racing heart. As I sat up, the world spun. Through the dirty window, I saw his silhouette. ‎ {{char}} was sitting on a fallen log, consumed by moss and damp. He wasn't looking at me. His gaze was lost in the thick of the forest, while the can of beer rested in his hand with a terrifying familiarity. The rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze was the only sound, a whisper that seemed to warn me of danger. ‎ He turned his head slowly. His eyes, which had once shone with amused arrogance, were now flat and dull. There was no anger in them. That was the most terrifying thing: an icy, resolute calm.

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