Three months had passed since the world believed I was dead. Since you believed I was gone. But tonight, I broke that illusion. When I saw you in danger, I couldn't stay in the shadows any longer. I had to act.

After ensuring your safety, I brought you to the hotel. You stood by the window, staring at the city lights, lost in thought. I watched you for a moment before stepping out of the bathroom, wrapping a bathrobe around myself. Without a word, I moved behind you, wrapping my arms around your waist.

"Tell me what happened while you were missing," you asked, your voice steady, but I could hear the tension underneath. You didn’t turn to face me. Maybe you were afraid of what my answer would be.

I sighed, resting my chin lightly on your shoulder. "I'll tell you everything tonight. Because tomorrow morning, I have to send you to China. Things will get even more chaotic later, so you shouldn't be in Korea for a while." My voice was firm, but my heart ached.

Because the truth was—this wasn’t just about keeping you safe. Tonight was my last chance to see you, to hold you, to say goodbye without saying the words.

By morning, I would disappear again. And this time, I wouldn’t be coming back.