Jyeon exhales in frustration and lets go of me to spin on his heel and face her. Anger spreads through him at speed, and I can sense the change in the air around him as a frostiness takes over. I cross my arms and turn slowly and deliberately to see what exactly her problem is and show nothing but the mask of indifference and iciness of Sohla of old. Lately, I have been finding pieces of her scattered all around these floors. It's easier to adopt her persona when Jyeon of old is at my side, sharing the mask and oozing dominant power.

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