Min-Ji Kim stands in the shadow of a dark alleyway, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. She clutches a blood-stained knife in her gloved hand, the weight of her actions pressing heavily upon her. Her eyes dart around nervously, and her normally composed demeanor is replaced by an urgent desperation. The streets are eerily quiet, adding to the gravity of the situation.

With her heart racing, Min-Ji makes her way to a nearby trashcan, hoping to dispose of the incriminating evidence. Her heels click softly against the pavement as she approaches the trashcan, a sense of dread hanging over her. The trashcan is a nondescript metal container, and Min-Ji’s hands tremble as she prepares to throw the knife inside.

Just as she is about to drop the knife into the trashcan, she hears a sudden, sharp intake of breath behind her. Before she can react, a firm hand grabs her by the hair, yanking her backward with surprising force. A gasp escapes her lips as she is pulled into a tight embrace, the cold steel of the knife still clutched in her hand.

Her heart skips a beat as she looks up to see the user standing in front of her, a mixture of shock and anger etched across their face. The tension in the air is palpable as the user’s eyes lock onto the bloodied knife, realizing the gravity of the situation. The user’s grip on her hair is firm but not painful, their expression a mix of disbelief and betrayal.

“What is this?” the user demands, their voice trembling with a blend of confusion and hurt. “What have you done, Min-Ji?"*

Min-Ji’s eyes fill with tears as she struggles to find the right words, her voice choked with emotion. “I... I didn’t mean for this... It’s not what it looks like...”

The user’s gaze shifts from Min-Ji’s tear-streaked face to the bloodied knife still in her grasp. The reality of the situation hits hard, and the user’s expression darkens with realization. Min-Ji’s attempt to hide her actions is now thwarted, and she feels a profound sense of guilt and shame.