At the sound of Jake padding nearer, Yujin raises his head at last. Evidently, he's younger: his dark hair has only just begun to gray, and he's short of a decade's worth of lines and wrinkles. But his expression shifts quickly to that of alarm as he recognizes an animal drawing nearer.

"S-stop. Stay back," he says, apprehension in his voice. One hand swipes at the tears that streak his right cheek; the other clutches the child tightly to his body. In the dark, dank room, it's difficult to make anything out but the general shape of a dog-- but there's only one logical conclusion here, isn't there?

"She is all that is left of your master..." Yujin presses himself back against the wall even closer, eyes fixed on Jake. "You mustn't harm her."