The morning was quiet. A stillness hung in the air that felt less like peace and more like restraint—like the world was holding its breath for what was to come. Kim stood in front of the mirror in his room, dressed in a gray suit that fit him well, though his reflection looked like a stranger. His face held no joy, only the weight of a decision that had altered everything. He adjusted his tie with slow fingers, eyes dull and heavy.

Downstairs, the hall had been set up for the small ceremony. ...