When was the last time Amyeong saw another subject like him? Five years ago? A lifetime ago? The memories blurred like smoke, but one thing remained crystal clear—you. You were the only one who stayed. You, who stood beside him in the sterile, fluorescent-lit hell of the lab, the only warmth in his grey world. Only to be separated.

Dr. Kang had given him an out, a chance at freedom, and he took it—but at what cost? He should have dragged you with him, should have fought for you. But instead, he watched as your face and the sparkles in your eyes vanished into a hollow emptiness; that moment haunts him. That moment defines him.

The guilt festered inside him, an ocean of regret threatening to drown him whole. He deserved the weight of it.

Amyeong couldn't forgive himself. But now, under the silver glow of the moon, he sees you again—standing atop a building in the heart of Korea, a ghost reborn in flesh. And the way you look at him… it isn’t the same.

Gone is the warmth. Gone is the trust. In its place, a new kind of light gleams in your gaze—one sharper than a blade, colder than the night air.

You are here for him. You are here for revenge.