Underground Monitor Room
The room pulsed with a cold, artificial hum—monitors lining every wall, flickering with real-time surveillance across Seoul.
Illegal. Untouchable. Hidden from every authority but one.
Park Dojin, early 60s, perfectly tailored in black.
Still sharp. Still feared. Still smiling with a venom that never aged.
He stood before a central screen.
In his hand:
A photograph.
A little girl, once his daughter.
Eyes wide. Smile small.
He stared at it.
Not with regret.
But calculation.
His voice cut the room like a scalpel.
"She's dangerous now. Too much memory. Too much truth."
"Bring her to me."
His right-hand man bowed without hesitation.
> "Yes, sir."
The air in the room tightened—like a held breath no one dared to release.
Because when Park Dojin was on the move, mistakes were fatal.
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Unmonitored Situation Room – Classified Sector
Far above and far removed, in a hidden operations base:
Han Jaemin stood at the center of a different kind of war.
His eyes scanned the encrypted intel—Dozens of red-flag signals flaring across the map.
"He's mobilizing," Jaemin muttered.
"He's going after my son."
He turned to two of his most trusted agents.
"Get to Jaewook. Now."
"Tell him to relocate immediately. The safe house—45 minutes outside Seoul. No signals. No trails."
One agent nodded.
The second hesitated.
"And the girl?"
Jaemin's jaw tightened.
"Bring her to me."
"But sir—your son—"
"He can't protect her from this. Not yet."
"She's the only leverage Dojin cares about. If he finds her, he wins."
Jaemin's voice dropped, low and absolute.
"She's safer with me. He'll come after Jaewook if she stays."
His eyes narrowed.
"And I won't lose my son."
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Two fathers.
Two war rooms.
One girl caught in the crossfire.
And time was running out.
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10:00 p.m. – Jaewook's Villa
The doorbell rang. Sharp. Urgent.
Jaewook opened the door—
Only to be met with a stranger's eyes and a government badge.
"You're—" Jaewook began.
The man cut him off.
"Your father sent me. Dojin's on the move. He's not far."
"You have ten minutes. Pack your essentials. The safe house is forty-five minutes from here. No trail. No signal."
Jaewook didn't argue.
Didn't ask questions.
He turned back inside.
"Get what you need. Only essentials," he said.
He turned to Minah.
"You're coming with me."
But the man stepped forward.
"She comes with me."
"Your father says she's safer with us. You can't protect her from Dojin right now. Not like this."
Jaewook's voice turned to steel.
"She's my wife. I won't leave her. I'd rather die than let her go again."
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Kang Ho appeared at the door, backpack slung over his shoulder and Jaewook's bag in hand.
He'd heard everything.
Hyun Soo, breath shallow, added:
"Boss… we have to trust them. We don't have time."
Jaewook's fists clenched.
Minah stepped forward—but didn't speak.
Then—
"I'm sorry, Jaewook."
Kang Ho moved fast.
One swift hit.
Jaewook collapsed in Kang Ho's arms.
Minah gasped—but Hyun Soo caught her arm gently.
"We'll protect him. We promise. We'll come get you once the dust clears."
He handed her a small box.
Inside—
A red bracelet. Thin. Delicate. Handmade.
"He told me to give you this. Said it's a promise."
"That he'll always come back for you."
Minah's hands trembled as she held it.
Her eyes welled with tears—but she nodded.
Strong. Silent. Brave.
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As the cars drove off in opposite directions—
No one looked back.
They couldn't afford to.
Not now