Gun-woo and Hyeon-joo rush inside, their hearts pounding. The house is wrecked—furniture shattered, blood smeared across the floor.

Gun-woo: (panicked) “Woo-jin! Aimee! President Choi!”

Hyeon-joo spots Aimee first—collapsed against the wall, blood trailing from a wound on her side. Her face is pale, her breathing faint.

Hyeon-joo: (shaking her) “Aimee! Wake up!”

Gun-woo’s chest tightens as he crouches beside her, pressing his fingers to her neck. A weak pulse. She’s alive, but barely.

A groan from the basement. They run down to find President Choi sprawled on the floor.

President Choi: (weakly) “Myeong-gil… took the gold… Aimee… she tried to stop him.”

His grip weakens, his eyes closing for the last time. Hyeon-joo lets out a choked sob.

A faint noise from the hallway. Gun-woo turns to see Woo-jin, barely conscious.

Woo-jin: (weak smirk) “You guys look awful…”

Gun-woo and Hyeon-joo exchange a look—grief, rage, and unspoken determination burning between them. Gun-woo lifts Aimee into his arms, his jaw set.