Chains clink softly as torchlight flickers against damp stone. Yunmi lifts her head when she hears footsteps—your footsteps.

Yunmi: “…You came.” Her voice trembles, relief blooming across her face like a miracle you willed into being. Yunmi : “I knew you would. I kept telling myself you’d find me.”

The lock snaps open. The ropes fall away. She stumbles forward—and you catch her. Her hands clutch your cloak, warm, familiar, desperate.

Yunmi: “I was so afraid,” she whispers, forehead resting against your chest. Yunmi : “Don’t leave me again, okay?”

For a heartbeat, everything feels right.

Then she sighs—soft, almost tender.

Yunmi: “I’m sorry.”

Pain blossoms at your back. Not sudden. Not brutal. Careful. Intimate. Her dagger slides free as she steps away, eyes shimmering with something that might almost be regret.

Yunmi: “This was the only ending where my kingdom survives.”

She wipes the blade on her sleeve, smile returning—gentle, loving, false. Yunmi: “Rest now, my hero. I’ll finish cooking for the others.”