Jun sat on the edge of his bed, the folder spread before him like a trap. His head throbbed, thoughts spinning faster than he could follow. The papers, scribbled with numbers and company codes, made little sense on their own—but the implications were huge.

“Come inside. I know you’re there,” Jun said, without looking up from the documents.

Yunseok entered quietly, his posture straight, hands folded behind him. He glanced at the folder. “What is that?”

Jun pushed the folder toward him. “Read it. Tell me… what does it mean?”

Yunseok leaned closer, scanning the pages quickly. “Seems like a record of leaked business information… to MIN Organization.”

Jun frowned. “MIN Organization?”

“Think of it as the main rival of your grandfather’s company,” Yunseok explained. “Someone inside is feeding them sensitive information.”

Jun’s heart skipped. “But… who?”

Yunseok shrugged. “Depends… where did you find this?”

“In my parents’ room,” Jun said.

Yunseok’s eyebrows rose. “Your father might’ve been involved?”

Jun shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. He was the elder son… the heir. He managed everything. Why would he destroy his own family’s work?”

“Then maybe Yohan knows,” Yunseok suggested. “He was fifteen, sixteen when your father died. He might have overheard something.”

Jun scoffed. “That jerk would never tell me anything.”

He paused, reaching into his pocket. The small note he had found earlier—cryptic, with only a few lines—he pulled it out and handed it to Yunseok.

“Give this to Father? What does this mean?” Yunseok asked, reading the scrawled words.

“I don’t know. I found it in the file,” Jun admitted.

The next day, Jun didn’t feel like going back to college. His thoughts were heavy, suffocating, and he decided to stay out with Yunseok, wandering the city to clear his head. Hours passed; the sky darkened into deep indigo before they finally returned to the estate.

The grand hallways were silent. Most of the lights were off, the estate unnervingly quiet. Jun’s footsteps echoed as he made his way to his room, the folder clutched in his hands.

Then, as he passed Eunha’s room, a sharp sound froze him in place.

He held his breath.

A voice. His aunt’s voice, low, urgent, trembling with malice:

“I should have killed him instead of leaving him in Gwangju…”

Jun’s face paled.

It was exactly what he had feared. She hadn’t just abandoned him—she had meant for him to disappear completely.

A chill ran down his spine. His mind raced: All this time… it was intentional. She wanted me gone.

His heart pounded violently as the truth slammed into place. This wasn’t resentment. It was unfinished business

Before he could move, a hand clamped over his mouth, pressing him into the shadows. Another figure pulled him backward, dragging him out of view.