The Night Seoul Remembered
The smoke inside the Kim estate's grand hall did not clear; it mutated, thick and acrid, swallowing the light of the swinging crystal chandelier. The half-truths whispered by Kim Seo-jun were instantly buried beneath the weight of shattered glass and the deafening roar of tactical alarms. As the sirens wailed across the high-society district, the status quo that had governed Seoul Academy for seven long years dissolved in a single, violent breath. The alliance had fallen. The secrets of Sector-04 were no longer just a ghost story for three curious students to chase in the school archives—they were a target.
