Gi-woo's box had barely lifted off the stage before the wheel started spinning again.
Jin kept his eyes on it. After three fights, he'd stopped trying to guess anything. The wheel didn't care about anyone's story. It just picked.
The names slowed, stretched out, and finally settled.
đ» [Kang Seul]
For a second, Jin didn't breathe.
"That's Seul," Do-yun said, grabbing the edge of the glass. "That's our Seul!"
"She's here," Areum said, her voice somewhere between relief and panic. "She made it through her trials. She's okay."
Jin let out the breath he'd been holding. He'd told himself on the way down that the others were probably fine, that Seul and Joon could handle anything the dokkaebi threw at them, but saying it and knowing it were two different things. Seeing her name up there loosened something in his chest. It also tightened something else. Because now she had to fight.
The second wheel spun and settled.
đ» [Yoo Han-gyeol]
"Never heard of him," Do-yun said.
