Outside the river, Jiho stood on the riverbank with both of her hands resting on her waist, her eyes scanning the ground intently.
Her expression was a mix of determination and confusion as she searched for the spot where she had stood the previous night.
The early morning sun cast a warm glow over the landscape, but Jiho's mind was focused on the remnants of the event that had transpired.
Her gaze finally fell upon the shattered pieces of a bottle she had broken the night before. A deep frown creased her forehead as she knelt down to examine the fragments more closely. The broken glass glinted in the sunlight, the white shards stark against the dark soil. Jiho's thoughts raced as she tried to piece together the puzzle.
Just then, her eyes caught sight of another shard, partially hidden beneath a stone. Unlike her white bottle, this piece was black. Her breath hitched slightly as she realized the significance of this discovery.