Uijae listened carefully to the sound coming from the other end of the phone. Faint groans of pain could be heard. Was it Sa-young's voice? Uijae gritted his teeth hard. He roughly ran a hand through his hair and glanced at his younger brother, Mackerel. Then, he pointed at the door with his thumb. Mackerel widened his eyes, pointed at himself with his index finger, and then slumped his shoulders in resignation.

“I’ll head out first. Can you summarize the situation and text me?” 

Baewon-woo, seemingly too overwhelmed to speak further, just repeated "Yes, yes" before hanging up. Uijae impatiently …