I Stayed in the Dungeon for Nine Long Years

Boram checks gear for a living, reads raid reports no one wants to admit are false, and builds a stringed instrument at night because he trusts tension more than words. When a dungeon run goes wrong, he sees the real problem before the fighters do, then keeps his hands steady while everyone else starts to shake. That skill makes him useful. It also makes him dangerous to the people who profit from bad records. Jihun, the raid leader who keeps stepping into Boram’s space, is the one person who can match his pace without asking him to soften it. A key he refused to throw away and a repaired chopstick hidden in his room keep pulling him back toward a past he thought he had sealed shut. The lie ...