It was nearing ten in the morning, and the neighborhood was still yawning after a light, whispering rain the night before.
In the small juice shop on the street corner, Jin stood behind the wooden counter, peeling oranges and counting ice cubes, just like he did every day.
Here, silence had a flavor...
The flavor of sliced fruit, fleeting laughter, and old music from a radio that refused to change its station.
No one really knew who Jin was.
To them, he was the quiet, diligent young man—the one who made blueberry juice as if it held some kind of magic.
But the past... the past doesn’t stay asleep for long.
The bell above the door rang.
A man walked in—someone who clearly wasn’t from around here.
“Good morning...” he said, voice rough like gravel.
He glanced at the menu and pointed carelessly:
— “Lemon juice... with ginger. Light.”
But there was something off about his tone.
No one around here ever ordered ginger. Not in this sweet-toothed neighborhood.
As Jin prepared the juice, he noticed the man's eyes—
Grey. Cold.
Not the eyes of your everyday customer.
They were eyes that knew... more than they let on.
He placed the glass in front of the man.
But he didn’t drink.
Instead, he slid a small, folded piece of paper across the counter and said:
> “Your father sends his regards.
And he says: Blood doesn't wash off with juice.”
Then he left...
Just like he came in—
No name, no trace, leaving behind the first real question Jin had faced in years.
Jin stood frozen, clutching the note, feeling his heart pound—
as if it had forgotten what fear felt like.
And then...
To be continued...
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