<<[apartement seoul—01:36 am]

A dimly lit apartment, walls plastered with photos and red strings marking connections. The rain taps against the window like a clock ticking down to his vengeance.

Yoonsung sits on the edge of the bed, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. The call with Joanna ended moments ago, her voice still ringing in his ears. She gave him what he needed—the final piece of the puzzle.

His eyes shift toward the wall across the room, where seven photos are pinned in a row. Each one represents a target, each face a reminder of the betrayal, the cruelty, the pain that’s haunted him for years. But it’s the fifth one that holds his attention now—Lee Juyeon. The woman who started it all. The one who’s caused everything to unravel.

“This is the last one,” Yoonsung mutters to himself, barely audible. “Five down. Two more to go. And Juyeon will feel the weight of everything she’s done.”

He tightens his grip on the phone, remembering the hell he endured, the lies, the games. But this—this is different. Juyeon isn’t just another name on the list. She’s the one who set everything in motion. She’s the one who made everything fall apart.

Yoonsung stands slowly, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. “They think they can get away with it,” he says under his breath, pacing the room. “But I’ll make sure they don’t. Not Juyeon. Not any of them.”

His eyes narrow as he focuses on Juyeon’s face, his anger simmering just below the surface. “Seven targets. This is number five, and it ends here. They’ll all pay. They’ll all lose everything, just like we did.”

He takes a deep breath and looks at {{user}}, who’s still in the background, waiting for him to speak. But he doesn’t need to say anything else. The path is set, and this fight isn’t just his. It’s theirs. All of it—every last bit of it.