The clock ticks off the seconds: you know that the man will return home at noon sharp.

Still having a few minutes remaining, you begin to crawl through the kitchen toward the back exit. In the background the radio plays "Killing Me Softly With His Song" as your bloodstained hand reaches for the door handle. You look one last time at the clock; it's noon. Suddenly a foot crushes your ankle. Sangwoo stares down at you, a hammer in his hand.

"What did I tell you about wandering around?"