Taesung... the same Taesung who brutally murdered me in cold blood, cackling while I choked on my own blood. The Taesung who ripped me out of one doomed existence and unwittingly set me on this twisting path of vengeance and retribution.
And yet, somehow, he is here, a high-ranking government official brazenly striding about the halls of this dubious shelter. The sheer improbability of his presence defies all logic or reason.
Questions whirl in dizzying spirals through my shell-shocked mind, even as the first scorching flickers of rage begin to kindle deep in my gut. How is this possible? What in the seven hells is Taesung doing here in Donghae, cloaked in a mantle of authority? Is he somehow connected to the government's hidden schemes?
