The birds knew first. No one knows how they knew and unfortunately, there would be no one left alive afterward to investigate. But something must have set them off, because one morning, birds—hordes of hundreds of birds—were reported crashing into skyscraper windows, nose-diving into crowds of pedestrians and simply falling from trees into the streets of Seoul.
It was strange, yes. Maybe even a little worrisome. But no one gave it much thought until later that day when it was discovered it wasn’t just the birds of Seoul. Birds were dying in Tokyo, Sydney, Beijing, Moscow, Nairobi, London, Alexandria, New York, Vancouver and Los Angeles, as well. Cities worldwide reported the apparent suicide deaths of thousands of birds.
Junsu frowned as he watched the news. “This means something,” he murmured.
Yoochun laughed next to him and poked him in the cheek. “Most things mean things, Su.”
"No." Junsu shook his head slowly. "This means something bad. Very bad. It’s an omen."