Present day.
The basement.
Jiwon touched the scratched-out face in the photo.
Traced the gouges she'd made years ago.
"I killed you," she whispered. "And I'd do it again."
The hostages whimpered.
Somin's eyes were wide. Terrified.
"But it didn't stop there," Jiwon continued. Looking up at them. "Because he left behind HIM."
She zoomed in on another photo on her phone.
A recent one.
Haejin on stage. Performing. Perfect.
"Jung Haejin. Fucking HAEL. Living proof of your betrayal."
Her voice rose.
"He gets to live. Gets to be famous. Gets to have everything his father had."
She walked closer to Somin.
"While I got nothing. So I decided: if I couldn't have you, I'd destroy everything you left behind."
She smiled.
Wrong. Broken.
"And I've been planning it for fourteen years."
Somin tried to speak through her gag.
Jiwon yanked it down.
"What?" she snapped.
"You're—you're insane," Somin gasped.
"Maybe. But at least I'm honest about it."
