Ji-hye's secrets, ghostly whispers as whispers, haunted Seo-yeon, the incessant, chilly reminder of the tangled web of deceit and lost love that bound her in Joon-woo's control. Ah-ra's ghost's burden, ghostly consciousness that she was an echo, a vessel of dead love, smothered her, a stifling weight. Joon-woo's calculated distance, his chilly recognition of manipulation, was an exposed wound, an incessant, gnawing reminder of powerlessness.
Hyun-soo's apartment, once a nest of fragile peace, now hummed with a hidden tension, the unspoken fears and unspoken longings electrifying the air with tension. The reality of Joon-woo's broken past, the glimpses of the man he once was, did not forgive him, but it sketched a darker portrait of the man he was now, a predator shrouded in the cloak of a broken soul.
Hyun-soo's Apartment – The Following Morning
