Closure is a lie told by the forgiven.

The heavy iron bolt of Anaysha’s solitary cabin slid home with a finality that felt like a tombstone hitting the earth. Separated from her circle, she was shoved into the reinforced room, her hands bound and her mind racing with the image of Changmin’s pale, blood-drained face on the deck. Before the guards had dragged her away, she had turned to Hyori, her voice cracking with a raw, desperate plea that she had never allowed her mother to hear before.