A few minutes earlier.
Across Seoul, in a cramped studio apartment in Mapo-gu.
Jihoon sat alone on his couch.
His ribs throbbed. Deep ache that spread with every breath.
The "accident" a few weeks ago. Hit-and-run in broad daylight.
Except it wasn't an accident.
Jiwon had arranged it. Punishment for hesitating. For questioning her methods.
He'd lied to everyone. Said it was his old gang connections coming back to collect debts.
Manager Park had looked suspicious. Asked too many questions. But ultimately let it go.
Now Jihoon watched Yura's confession.
Again.
And again.
Laptop on his knees. Phone in his right hand. TV playing the same video on repeat.
Three screens. Same guilt multiplied.
"I was jealous. Angry. When I saw him connect with someone else—someone genuine—I couldn't handle it."
Yura's voice filled every corner of the small apartment.
Jihoon pressed replay. Watched her bow deep. Watched her confess everything.
