The music picked back up as soon as the man stepped down from the platform. Yujin stared forward, as though still processing the information as their grip tightened over my shoulder. I reached up to touch their hand with mine in a comforting gesture. The contact seems to pull them back into the moment, and they fixed a mean stare down in my direction. The flash of rage only lasted a fraction of a second before they returned to a neutral demeanor, leading me quickly through the crowd. ...