The Hanseong Concert Hall loomed before them like a sleeping beast. Its grand neoclassical façade was stained with decades of rain and neglect. The windows were dark. The doors were chained. Ivy crawled up the marble columns like grasping fingers.
Jae-won produced a rusted iron key from his pocket—his grandfather's key, passed down through the family in secret.
"The board shut it down ten years ago," he said, fitting the key into the lock. "They said it was too expensive to maintain. But I think they just wanted to bury what happened here."
The chains fell with a heavy clank. The doors groa