Haeun gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he sped down the empty road, mind racing and heart pounding. The package he'd opened back at home had shaken him to his core. It wasn't just the evidence of Yeongsoo's actions; it was the cruelty, the ruthlessness in those voice recordings and videos that haunted him, images of a person he no longer recognized.
The headlights cut through the darkness as he tried to focus, but his mind kept flashing back to the recordings. The dispassionate tone in Yeongsoo's voice, the grim precision with which he issued orders—he'd hidden this part of himself so completely. Haeun felt sick, trapped in a nightmare he couldn't wake from.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he barely noticed the black SUV pulling up beside him, matching his speed. The sudden, sharp flash of headlights in his mirror jolted him, and he glanced over, realizing he was being followed.
