The gallery was still open.
His phone screen dimmed,
but the images were burned into his mind.
He scrolled.
Coworkers.
His team leader.
Presentation boards.
Everything looked real.
Too real.
But he remembered none of it.
He was sure he hadn't left the apartment.
Right?
His head throbbed.
Something pressed against his skull—
like a memory trying to punch its way out.
He tapped on the photo again.
Zoomed in.
Pencil in his hand.
Laptop open.
Colleagues taking notes.
He was speaking.
His lips were caught mid-sentence.
He could almost hear his own voice.
"I have to do it again."
His own words—
but not his choice.
What did he have to do again?
Why didn't he remember it?
Why was there a man outside his window
wearing his face?
Unless...
That man had lived out yesterday
in his place.
Ji-hoon gripped the edge of the table.
His reflection was lying to him.
His memory was fractured.
And now, someone—
something—
was using him.
Behind him, the glass of water still rippled.
The apartment was still.
But it didn't feel empty.
He turned—
And saw a message.
Newly written on the fogged-up bathroom mirror:
"Don't forget 4:17."
→ [To be continued in Episode 5]
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