Ji-hye opened the villa door with a soft click.
She stepped inside, exhaling after the long drive. Her heels tapped softly against the polished wood floors, echoing faintly in the quiet space. The scent of fresh laundry and sandalwood lingered in the air, grounding her instantly, making her feel at home.
She bent to remove her shoes, sighing quietly, and dropped her handbag near the entryway with an absentminded thud.
And then—A sound cut through the silence like a crack of lightning.
A sharp, breathless moan.
Wet.Raw.Loud.
Ji-hye froze, one hand still bracing her ankle.
That sound wasn't the wind. It wasn't the house creaking.
It was unmistakable.
A woman coming.
Her breath caught in her throat, eyes blinking rapidly. For a moment, she convinced herself it was something else. Maybe a video? Maybe Harin on the phone?
But then it came again.
