Hwoarang searched the floor, looking for a way down. Quickly removing the carpet, he ran through the floor systematically, finally finding what he was looking for.
"Hey By, I found it," he called to the Japanese friend, making him run over to Hwoarang. They quickly opened the heavy piece of wood, finding the stairs down to the basement. The red-haired jumped down the hole first, almost running through the tunnel to find Julia. They entered a large room, finding old furniture but nothing else.
"Julia?" Hwoarang called and walked deeper into the room, By-uong closely behind him. They looked around them, but no one seemed to respond.
"Holy shit," By-uong gasped, making Hwoarang turn around. On an old couch, a pool of blood was stained. It was still wet. Hwoarang took a deep breath and held it, trying not to inhale the smell. He looked down at an old paper and picked it up. He looked at it for some time, feeling the thin paper between his fingers. By-uong walked up to him and looked at the paper.
"It looks like – a page from a bible," he mumbled, letting a finger run over it. The page was completely blank, though small needle marks was all over it.
"It must have taken a lot of time puncturing it," Hwoarang joked, but soon turned serious, "What does it mean?" By-uong shrugged.
"Maybe – a bible for the blind…" he answered, and Hwoarang took a closer look and let his hand stroke the holes. The where placed differently from place to place, letters, the Korean guessed.
"So, that leaves us – where?" he sighed. By-uong scratched the back of his head.
"You know, I think there is a church for blind dudes in the town," he suggested, making Hwoarang lighten up a bit.
"Alright, let's try it out," he smiled, and the two walked out of the basement, out of the concert hall and out on the street, where the sun light was starting to warm up the ground. They got up on the bike and drove off, in search of the church.