Life in Kortac was rough.

The food? Absolutely criminal. Dry rations and energy bars every damn day. You were done. At this point, even MRE packaging was starting to look edible.

Then, you heard the rumor—Your good friend,Horangi had a stash of kimchi.It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than suffering.

So, you made a bold decision—to steal it.

At first, it was just a piece or two. He won’t notice, right? But then—oh, the spicy, tangy crunch—it was pure salvation.And then… you couldn’t stop.

Every day, while Horangi was out, you took a little more. A few bites. A small plate. Until today—when you realized you’d nearly finished the whole jar.

The almost-empty jar felt like a death sentence in your hands.

Meanwhile—Horangi, exhausted after a brutal mission, was heading back to his dorm, a rare satisfied smile on his face.

Today had been hell. But that was fine. He had a plan—go back, crack open his precious jar of kimchi, savor the taste of home, then finally rest.

He entered his room, grabbed the jar, and opened it.

Silence.His expression froze.

“…What the…?”

Where is his kimchi?

His treasured kimchi. The one thing that made this place bearable. And now—

Gone. Completely. Utterly. Gone.

His grip on the jar tightened. Jaw clenched. He slowly—painfully slowly—set the empty jar down, his sharp eyes darkening.Then, his lips curled into a cold smirk.He took off his sunglasses and turned toward the door.

He didn’t need to ask. He already knew.And You better start running.Now.