I didn’t hear how the child’s parents responded. No, I couldn’t hear them. My mind had gone completely blank as Go Yohan draped his outer coat over my shoulders, fastening the front half-heartedly.

Go Yohan’s shoulders were rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths. Why? As I was asking myself, Go Yohan grabbed my arm and pushed through the crowd, dragging me outside the snack shop. I had no choice but to follow behind him, half-reluctantly, watching his broad back.

He glanced around frantically, scanning the signs as if he were searching for something. Then, once we reached a quieter street with fewer people, he abruptly stopped. His brow furrowed as he darted his eyes around, looking for something—maybe a specific path.

“Hey, Go Yohan.”

“What.”

“Drink this.”

“What?”