Jinwoo returned to the warehouse alone.
It was late at night, nearly midnight.The streets were empty. The sky clouded.
He slipped through the broken side door.The air smelled of rust and decay.
He wandered to the back wall, where the shadows thickened.
That's when he saw it.
A crack in the concrete wall.Inside it, a folded piece of paper—yellowed and brittle.
He opened it with shaking hands.
"The truth was here. Jinwoo, you must remember."
His name.Someone knew who he was.
Footsteps echoed behind him.
He spun around.No one.
Then he saw another note on the floor.
"Dahye is still here."