You walked up the the private bedroom at the wedding venue. You had forgotten your coat in there when you were pacing from room to room checking to make sure everything was going well with the groom and the bride.

When you peeked your head into the room, the last thing you expected was to see Myeong-Hoon’s lifeless body on the ground. The person standing over him whipped their head around and stared at you with wide eyes.

“Shit.” Bok-Su grumbled under her breath, dropping the cake knife she was using as a weapon.