Finally, after another good hour of waiting, finally, something interesting happens. A dark figure jumps through the halls, footsteps silent despite the speed. Khun confirms you.

He comes out of hiding, but still doesn't shout. He wants to get closer, and it seems like you haven't noticed him at the moment. You get closer and closer, and Khun looks at you narrowly, his posture tense. He would rather not draw a gun if he could help it. Because drawing a gun meant he would be willing to shoot, and bullet holes in a museum wouldn't look good, no matter which side they were from.

You walk closer to Thorn. The red glow illuminates his dark form as he watches you.

Khun steps forward, and in one swift movement, he pulls your arms behind your back, pulling the handcuffs off. Don't move.