Lin awoke to a city that felt wrong from the first breath. The sky above Seoul, or what resembled it, was fractured glass, sunlight refracted into sharp, stinging beams that cut across streets lined with twisted buildings. Cars crouched at impossible angles, their windows flickering with faint silhouettes of drivers who weren't there.
Hana groaned beside him, pulling herself to a kneeling position. Her eyes were wide, scanning the warped streets. "Where…?" she muttered. "This isn't…"
"No," Lin said, voice low, as he forced himself up. The fragments of the ground beneath their feet shifted slightly with every step, like walking on the surface of a living puzzle. "This is the Seam. And it's… eating Seoul from the inside out."
