The private elevator carried Seo-yeon upward, the smooth ascent a stark contrast to the turbulent emotions still swirling inside her. Yura had met her in the building's lobby, her expression warm and concerned, and had immediately guided her toward the elevators without asking for explanations. She understood that Seo-yeon needed time, needed space, needed the right environment before she could begin to process everything that had happened.
"We're not going to the apartment," Yura said as the elevator began its ascent. "I'm taking you somewhere else—somewhere you can really relax, let your guard down, and just breathe for a while."
