"Give me all the information you have on Prometheus and Lee Sayoung."

Silence followed. In the crisp, early morning air, only the chirping of crickets filled the void. Jung Bin stared blankly at the black mask in front of him.

There were so many things he wanted to say to J, so many questions he had. How did he get out of there? When did he escape? Was he okay? If he had been alive, why hadn't he contacted them sooner?

Over the course of eight years, Jung Bin had carefully selected which words he would use, what he would …