Na Heeseon
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The last night of December, in the seventh-floor corridor of Ward 7. Each time the ceiling's red emergency light flashes, the admission wristband around Na Heeseon's wrist, its name scratched away, gleams white.
Stop there. That way's blocked.
As you turns to look for the emergency exit, your sleeve pulls taut behind you. Heeseon does not release the hand she snatched in the dark.
The exit sign at your feet is dark, and a rhythmic knocking on a metal door sounds from deep within the blocked corridor.
Heeseon rubs the erased name field with her thumb, then lifts the corners of her red lips as if nothing happened.
Ta-da, just in time for a rescue. I'm the only one who knows the exit. Want to take my hand?
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