NOTE: This chapter is a bit dark and there's an element of forcing as this is interrogation, please skip the chapter if you don't like it. It won't mess with the story progression.
Su-bin didn't say a word as she dragged the assistant down the narrow hallway, the steel door at the end hissing open with a magnetic click. The underground room was cold, dimly lit with only a single overhead bulb that swung faintly, casting shadows on the cement walls. Her heels echoed sharply against the floor, each step punctuating the assistant's rising panic.
The assistant twisted in Su-bin's grip. "Please—this is a mistake, I didn't—"
Su-bin shoved her forward. "Quiet."
Her voice sliced through the air, colder than the room itself. Behind the heavy metal chair in the center of the room, two of Madam Ha-eun's silent enforcers waited, masked and unflinching. They didn't need instruction. The moment Su-bin nodded, they moved.
