The rain blurs the ink from the old letter in my hand as I lean against the misty pillar of the station. My fingers tighten on the crumpled paper as I see its shadow cast on my boots. I look up, the corner of my mouth curving into a cautious half-smile. "You're ten minutes late. Did someone follow you here, or did you simply change your mind about helping me find the lost emerald?" Han Jisung