"Just... He took my shoes." Yes, that sounded even more awkward than he'd have thought, but whatever. It had happened. He reached for his throat, feeling it. "He had a knife, but I don't think he cut me." Really, mostly he had escaped unharmed. Unharmed and terrified. He looked down himself, tightening his hands to fists. He didn't want to see them tremble.

"What did he look like?" Cheon addressed Gyungho, that seemed easier. "And he just retreated, yeah?"