The cafeteria buzzed with quiet chatter. People hunched over scraps of food, speaking in low voices, while the few guards still standing watched Jin's group like they were ticking bombs.
Jin barely noticed.
His gaze was locked on Sang-hoon, who leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes sharp and unreadable.
Jin tapped his fingers against the staff, jaw tight.
"We should talk," he muttered.
Sang-hoon rubbed his temples.
"We are talking."
"Alone," Jin said, voice low.
Sang-hoon raised a brow, but he didn't argue.
He gave a subtle nod to the people around them, and the room emptied almost instantly. No questions, no hesitation — just quiet compliance.
Seul and Joon exchanged a glance.
Jin tilted his head slightly, and they slipped out without a word, closing the door behind them.
Just the two of them now.
Jin exhaled slowly, his grip on the staff tightening.
"You're the one in charge," he muttered.
Sang-hoon leaned back, rubbing his jaw.
"That's what they tell me."
