Part I: The Inside Attack
Mujin didn't fall asleep.
He was pulled inward.
No sky. No ground. Just black space rippling with fractured light—like a dream built from broken glass.
He knew this place.
The inside of his memory.
The wound the mirror-shard had left was open.And through it, something else had entered.
From the dark stepped a version of himself—same face, same eyes.But hollow.
"You're holding on to things that should be forgotten," it said."Let them go."
Part II: The Fracture Test
The false Mujin raised his hand.
Suddenly—flashes:
A Seoul apartment in flames.
His wife calling his name, then fading.
His junior reporter, smiling—then turning to ash.
His mother's voice saying, "Don't come home again."
Each vision pulled at him.
Each felt real.
Each wanted to be forgotten.
"If I forget it all," the false self whispered, "the pain ends."
Mujin clenched his fists."Then I'll carry the pain."
He focused.
And from within his chest, the Skycut Fang materialized—carved from memory, not steel.
Part III: The Fight for What Was His
The two clashed in silence.
Blades of thought, trauma, and denial.
Every strike tried to steal something—
A name.A memory.A reason.
The false Mujin fought without mercy.But Mujin… fought with grief.
And grief remembered.
"I know who I am," Mujin growled.
He stabbed his blade into the false self's chest—not to kill,but to reclaim.
One by one, images rushed back—
His wife's face.His junior's laugh.The day he first picked up a camera.
The world pulsed.
The false self shattered—glass into starlight.
Epilogue: Bound by Memory
Mujin opened his eyes.
He was back in the real world—sweat soaking his robes.
Gihyeon watched him carefully.
"You were gone for five minutes," he said.
"It felt like a lifetime," Mujin whispered.
He looked at his hands.
No wounds. No blood.
But in his palm, a shard of glowing mirror remained.And within it—
His wife's voice.
"Mujin... don't forget who you are."
To be continued…