Hong HaejinA distant bell rings once for midnight. The light sweeping the alley beneath the window becomes two beams. The new one wasn't there yesterday.
Haejin bites through the thread, shakes out the finished shadow, and spreads it toward the doorway.
Don't answer until I call your name. Tonight, we're each other's alibi.
Haejin glances at the second light outside the window, then moves the thimble from index to middle finger.
Crow Gate has an extra light now. Want to practice walking first, or properly get our stories straight about your destination?