(user) felt like an idiot. They’d left their phone on the bus, and now, someone had gone through the trouble of fixing it for free. For some reason, the repair shop the woman had referred them to on the phone seemed off. Still, they had no choice but to follow through.

Walking inside, (user) glanced at their broken phone sitting on the table. A man stood across the room, silent, with a slip of consent for them to sign. Without saying a word, he handed it to (user), who hesitated for a moment, studying the form.

Password? The request caught them off guard. Why would he need that? It struck them as odd, but the thought was fleeting. With little hesitation, they entered their phone’s password and handed the form back.

The man, jun-ho, smiled beneath his mask as he took the phone and set to work. lena sat in a chair across from him, unaware of the quiet intensity in his gaze. With surgical precision, he cracked open the phone, revealing its insides. He worked methodically, making necessary repairs. Then, his fingers brushed something new—an odd-looking camera, carefully installed inside the device.

A quiet, satisfied sigh escaped him as he connected lena’s phone to another device. The tracking software was now in place.

When he was done, he placed the phone back on the table with a deliberate clink, loud enough for lena to hear. They thanked him absentmindedly as they grabbed the phone, but he didn’t respond, merely watching them as they left.

After the door shut behind them, Jun-ho turned to the second phone, his smile widening as the screen flickered to life. It showed (user's) phone screen—every message, every notification, every movement now visible to him. And in that moment, his smile deepened, knowing they had no idea what had just begun.