Bab 22: Chapter 22: Jason

As soon as he touched her shirt, her hand came up and wrapped around his throat, pushing him back and away from her. She did some kind of flip and threw herself off the other side of the bed, landing in a crouch with her hands ready to strike. She looked around the room at the rest of us just as I heard feet come running towards us. The others had been alerted by the sound of the doctor hitting the wall.

“Roxy, it’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you.” Her head jerked at my use of her name, but she never took her eyes from the others as she assessed the situation. “How do you know my name byeong-sin saek-ki?” Her voice was like a melody, but I’m not quite sure about the words she’d just used.

“What did you just call me?” There was a snicker in the room before one half of the wall lit up, and Mancini’s face swam into view. “It’s Korean. She’s either telling you you’re diseased or she’s calling you a motherfucker.”