That 'I' walked. Ji-hoon followed from within.
They weren't heading back to the cell.
Where are we going?
No answer. Just purpose.
An empty office. A computer. Login screen.
"How do you know the password?"
'I notice what you don't.'
Click. Click. The database opened.
"What are you looking for?"
'Others like us.'
The screen filled with names. Diagnoses. Dissociation. Schizophrenia. Identity fracture.
He scrolled. Stopped.
A man. Diagnosed. Transferred. Psychiatric hold.
Ji-hoon gasped. His mother's maiden name.
"Is he…?"
'Another piece of the puzzle.'
That 'I' copied a note. Pocketed it.
Just then— Click. The door.
"This area is restricted."
The guard stepped in. Suspicious.
That smile again.
"Apologies. I got lost. The interview room—"
The guard frowned. "Back to your cell. Now."
As they walked back, Ji-hoon trembled. That wasn't just about Eun-young.
He's planning something bigger.
Back in the cell, Ji-hoon returned. Slowly. Fingers. Breath. Control.
"Why show me this?"
'Because you need to understand. We are close. To the end—or a new beginning.'
Or a continuation, Ji-hoon thought.
Then— News.
Eun-young waited an hour in the park. He never came.
That 'I' made the call. But never intended to go.
A test. To see what I'd do.
Now, she was here. At the visitation room.
The door opened. She sat waiting.
Ji-hoon stood. Do I approach? Or stay away?
To protect her… from me?
→ [To be continued in Episode 15]
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