Present day

She crossed her hands around her stomach and closed her eyes, facing downward. She was in between two suited men huge enough to occupy both the seats. She was squeezed in the middle, and Junho was in the passenger seat in the front. He looked back from time to time, making sure she was still there. For 10 long years, she had managed to deceive them; actually succeeded in disappearing without a trace. This was the 'winning a lottery' moment for the team. Junho pretty sure expected a bonus considering the glow on his face. She watched her hands glow as the beam from the street lights on the highway passed by. Looking ahead, she noticed the green light at the traffic stop. She looked behind the car only had a driver.

*If at all there would be a chance, it would be now*

She played in her mind how it was gonna go. And it very well was how it went.

She grabbed plastic cover in the backseat compartment, pulling it over the guy on the right and smashing his head into the glass. She took off the headrest behind Junho, digging it into the leather seat along with the hand of the other guy as he launched his punch. Pulling the driver's seat belt she rotated it around his neck, as the car screeched to a halt five feet ahead of the traffic light. She turned to her left to get out. The guy had freed his hand after pulling out the headrest from the seat, he grabbed her neck and pushed her onto the back of the driver's seat. She dug her shoes into his guts, immediately loosening his grip. She opened the door and got out running to the car behind them. Dragging the driver out, she put the gear in reverse, pressing down on the accelerator. In a few minutes she was on the expressway overlooking Haylong Hotels; the logo shone in red and silver. They had lost her.

*After years of doing this, I suddenly realized how futile everything had been. There was no one I could run to confide in. No one who would help me out of this mess. From one hell I was to enter another until I finally burnt away in its fire*

She checked the dash and pulled out a woolen scarf, covering her neck and half her face in it, she headed to the elevator in the basement, pressing P.

*I had never thought this place would ever feel so alien. The only place I was comfortable considering a home. Yet here I am, using it as a last resort at avoiding the inevitable*

He was on the chair as usual, hitting the keys on the keypad. Usual Akin, probably engrossed in Valorant. She walked in, the satisfying clicks of the oxford shoes on the ground echoed making him look up.

"Can't say I didn't expect it, but I am surprised you thought I would help you", he said taking off his headphones and grabbing his phone.

"Akin, they probably have men at the port as well. There is no one I can trust"

"You trust me?" he said showing his phone screen, the name Hane in the contacts.

"A 5 minute head start you have, before I press dial", he said sitting back down after tossing her keys to the Maserati.

She rushed out of the basement to the car in the reserved parking lot. Switching it on, she waited to see the surroundings. She watched as several Mercedes pulled up along the main entrance. She drove the car out slowly and quietly out of the parking, checking the mirror every few seconds to make sure she wasn't being tailed.

The road to the cabin was never ending. She titled her head in her hands, the elbow rested on the door while the other hand was on the steering. The cabin belonged to a close friend of her dads. He had trusted it with her dad as he moved out to settle abroad.

*That was 20 years ago and the registration is still unchanged. No one would know*

She parked the car under a high rock structure next to the cabin; in a way that if looked from above, the car was completely hidden. She walked to the cabin and shut the door behind her. She checked up the windows, making sure they were locked and pulled the curtains. She fell back on the bed, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. Every part of her body ached. She looked at her broken pinky that she had tied to the ring finger with hairbands and sighed.

*Would things have been different had I decided not to seek revenge?*

The sound of the main door handle being turned distracted her thoughts. She sprung up, grabbing the baseball bat from the cupboard and walking out of the room. She bolted towards the door, waiting beside it.

"It's me!" the voice said softly yet devoid of emotions.

She felt her body relaxing, her heart rate finally regaining their pace. She thought of the day she had seen him walk away with Mi Ran. Her heart sank and she decided not to open the door. A minute later, he walked in, willingly or not, she had opened it.

*Well, talk about stupid emotions. I seriously didn't want to open the door*

She stood and watched as he walked in, carrying a sling bag. He laid it on the couch. His eyes, they looked different. The warmth and love that he gleamed of was no longer there. She looked at his arm below the rolled up sleeves of his navy blue shirt. The bracelet was gone. She didn't know what to think of it. It almost seemed like they had turned strangers within a span of a few days; just like they had gotten close, but it didn't seem gratuitous.

He pulled out something from his bag and put it on the table in front of her. She looked at him and what seemed like photos that he had just slid to her. She picked it up, hesitantly. The first photo was the back of a woman pointing a gun at another. Her eyes widened as she recognized the scene. She looked back at him. His face remained unchanged.

*Why does he have, no, how does he have this?*

She slid the photo to the back of the bunch and looked at the next photo. It was the woman forcing the other woman into the car. She flipped it back and looked at the next. The car moving away. The last picture, was a family photo. A middle aged man and woman sat on two chairs, a kid in between them. She gulped, her hands shivered. She looked at the kid carefully; it was then that it crossed her mind. She looked at So Woon; she was surprised and shocked.

Before she could act, he pulled a knife from his bag, swinging it by her hand. She moved away but a cut formed below her elbow as she blocked the attack. She fell backward on a corner stand, toppling it.

"Why did you kill her? My Mom?", he screamed raising the knife and striking it down at her.