"What a bother that the cops are on my tail about his death though. Still, they don't have any evidences. After all, I didn't kill him," Yongchul continued as Kyunghee absentmindedly took another step back from the psycho in front of her. She always knew there was a loose screw in Yongchul somewhere. She had witnessed it many times when she was still under his control, but she could never get used to it, which was why she eventually left.
"Who was it that paid you to break into my apartment?" Kyunghee interrogated, burning with an unsettling curiosity. At the same time, she was wracking her brain, trying to understand what this yellow envelope with data meant. She had never seen such a thing in her life, nor did she possess something like that. There must be some sort of misunderstanding, no? Nothing came to Kyunghee's mind.