"I don't know. But someone's messing with us."
Manager Park stood.
Walked to his door.
Opened it.
"Which dancer told you to come here?"
Soorin thought back.
"Young guy. Early twenties maybe. Black hair. Slight build."
"That describes half our dancers."
"He had a tattoo. On his wrist. Small cross."
Manager Park's eyes widened.
"Jihoon. That's Jihoon."
"Do you know him?"
"He's been with us for two years. Reliable. Quiet. I know anyone who's under my wing and it's literally my job to know."
"Where is he now?"
"Should be in the rehearsal space. Let me call—"
A crash outside.
Loud. Violent.
Glass shattering.
They both froze.
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Manager Park ran out first.
Soorin right behind him.
Down the hallway.
To the front entrance.
Security was already there.
Crowd forming.
"What happened?" Manager Park shouted.
One guard turned.
"Hit and run. Someone got hit."
Soorin pushed through.
Saw the scene.
A body on the ground.
Blood pooling.
Black hair. Slight build.
