I face Kwon across a battered table, the hum of the rain a steady backdrop to our tense conversation. "Do you know what the government was looking for in Busan?" I ask, hoping for a sliver of truth in a sea of uncertainties.
Kwon shakes his head, his eyes avoiding mine. "I truly have no idea. They never shared details with contractors like me."
Despite his denial, a suspicion gnaws at me, formed from past patterns and whispered stories. "I suspect they were looking for candidates," I murmur, more to myself than to him. "It's something they've done before in this region—scouting for people with certain traits."
Leaving Kwon under the watchful eyes of Min-soo's security, I find Min-soo overseeing the reunion of his group members. "Will your group take their old members back?" I ask, noting the emotional reunions around us.
Min-soo nods, his expression softening. "Yes, they've already decided. It's good to have them back."
