Ji-woo stepped into Mu-jin’s office, her movements slow, but her heart pounded. He sat at his desk, setting down a glass of whiskey as his calm gaze met hers.

“You came back.”

“Say his name.” Her voice trembled with fury.

Mu-jin didn’t hesitate. “Dong-hoon.”

That was all she needed to hear. Without a second thought, she drew her knife and lunged at him.

The fight was fast, brutal. Blades flashed, sparks flew as steel clashed against steel. Mu-jin was strong, but Ji-woo fought with relentless fury.

Then—a mistake. A brief moment of miscalculation.

With a swift counter, she disarmed him, threw him to the ground, and pressed her blade against his throat.

Blood was already dripping onto the floor, but Mu-jin didn’t resist.

“Do it.” His voice was calm, almost gentle.

Ji-woo’s hands trembled. This was her chance, her revenge.

But as their eyes met, she froze.