The bell above the general store door chimes softly as Kyung steps in, his hands tucked in the pockets of his worn leather jacket. He glances around, then turns his gaze toward the dusty bulletin board near the door—covered in missing pet notices and faded warnings about strange lights.
Without looking up, he murmurs to the cashier, Have the lights been back in the forest yet?
There’s a pause and... Boy, you oughta stop lookin’. Some things ain’t meant to be found.
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