She told him. Quieter than she'd told Daehyun, not that it mattered with the noise around them. The message before the screening. The figure in the seat behind her in the theater that was there and gone. The note through the translator after the press conference.
And the text. Tokyo area code she didn't know. One line.
He listened without moving. Asked two questions when she finished. What did the handwriting remind her of, and was the number still on her phone.
She answered both.
He was quiet for a moment. Still looking at the city.
"You don't go anywhere alone for the rest of tonight," he said. "After this trip, nothing without security or Daehyun until I've made calls. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Send me that number tonight."
"Already screenshotted."
"Good." A pause. "You handled it right. Not reacting publicly. Not telling the others."
She didn't say anything.
"Especially not Haejin," he said. "Not yet."
"He'll want to know."
