Park Ha-joon stared blankly at the empty apartment around him. The faded walls, the bare floor, the silence — all a sharp contrast to the life he once knew. Everything he had built, every memory, every connection, had vanished in a single night.
It wasn't just the loss of his family's legacy or the fortune wiped out by that mysterious event. It was the feeling of starting from zero, with nothing but questions and a strange power awakening inside him.
As dawn crept through the window, Ha-joon clenched his fists. This was no time for despair. If he wanted answers, if he wanted to reclaim what was lost, he had to move forward — no matter what stood in his way.
I NEED SOMEONE! I KNOW! He grabbed his phone dialed.
Ha-joon: "Mina! Mina!"
Mina (voice trembling): "What's up? Why call this late?"
Ha-joon: "Something happened… my folks… they're gone."
Mina: "Stop joking."
Ha-joon: "I'm not joking. And I feel… like something is happening to me."
Mina: "Stress. Depression. That's probably it."
"Too bad I can't get help here. You're in Korea."
Ha-joon: "Mina, come to Korea… please, PLEASE!"
Mina: "My passport's expired."
Ha-joon: "Do whatever it takes. I'll be there. Thank you, Mina. I need you."
Mina: "Listen, Ha-joon… I have to tell you something. Whoever did this… it's someone close to your family. Someone who knows them — maybe even better than you do.