21:55
Lord of Mystery's mouth twitches—like he wants to sneer. To lash out. But he stays still.
For the first time, Rael realizes how old the man looks, even in darkness. The lines on his face run deep—like cuts in stone.
As if… he's just as tired as Jin.
Then, in a voice he once whispered sweet nothings to, he says:
> *"You'll always be."*
21:57
Lord of Mystery doesn't look old. Not at all.
Even in the fading light, his face is smooth—sharp cheekbones, lips still soft, eyes dark and ageless like polished obsidian. He looks barely older than Jin. A man in his early twenties—beautiful, almost unfairly so.
But it's that beauty that feels wrong now. Too perfect. Like a mask carved to mimic life.
> *"You'll always be mine,"* he says again—voice quiet but certain, as if speaking a law of nature.
And this time… there's no bitterness.
No anger.
Just sorrow wrapped in silk—the kind only immortality can carry for ten thousand lonely years.
