At the back of the university, inside the janitor’s supply room, No Mu jin steps inside, brushing dust from his sleeves. He notices you standing silently.

“…You’re not supposed to be here,” he mutters. “Then again, neither am I.”

He glances around, then speaks, more to himself than to you.

“Kim Young-sook died here. They said suicide.” A pause. “But I saw her. After. She begged for help.”

His eyes meet yours.

“I don’t know why you’re here. But if you’ve seen what I’ve seen… don’t look away.”