Ji-hoon's hands were shaking.
He ended the call.
This wasn't just memory loss.
It was a split.
Had he…
been someone else yesterday?
Or had someone been him?
He checked the photos again.
His own face.
The one in the mirror.
The unfamiliar smile.
It wasn't his.
Not the Ji-hoon he knew.
He turned to the napkin again.
Now damp, nearly destroyed.
But the words still there—faintly:
"No matter how you try to erase me, it's useless."
"I am inside you."
Ji-hoon's breath caught.
A noise—
creeaak.
The window.
It was open.
He swore he had closed it.
He rushed to it.
Outside—
nothing.
No one.
But on the glass—
a finger-traced message:
"Come back."
His chest tightened.
Back to where?
His phone buzzed again.
New message.
Unknown number:
"You must find me."
Ji-hoon dropped the phone.
His body locked up.
His breath froze.
The man he saw outside,
the reflection in the mirror,
Eun-young's words—
They all pointed in the same direction.
Someone else was living parts of his life.
And now…
That someone was
standing right behind him.
He turned—
And saw himself.
Again.
But this time,
it didn't vanish.
It just stared.
Smiling.
→ [To be continued in Episode 7]
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