You still don't know the whole truth.
That voice. His voice. The 'I'. Echoing through Ji-hoon's mind even as the walls stilled.
The note still pulsed in his pocket. The truth isn't in what you remember... but in what you've forgotten.
Ji-hoon tried to sleep. But that smile lingered. Always behind his eyelids.
Morning. Transfer. Dr. Kang awaits.
The hospital—cold glass and sterile steel. A vault, not a refuge.
What do they keep locked up here?
Blue hospital clothes. One-way mirror. Observed like a subject, not a patient.
"Kang Ji-hoon," a voice greeted. Him.Dr. Kang.
"I've waited a long time for this meeting."
Ji-hoon: "Are you really my father?"
"Biologically, yes. But our connection... runs deeper."
Too deep.
"You're not just experiencing DID," Kang said. "That 'I' inside you—he's not from trauma. He's me."
Silence. Then— Recoil.
He's not part of me. He's a downloaded ghost.
"I transferred parts of my consciousness into you when you were nine."
"Why?!"
"I was dying. Your mother consented."
"Sera? She was sick. You exploited her."
Kang didn't deny it.
"The transfer failed. Imperfect. That 'I' is only fragments. But strong ones."
Strong enough to kill.
"Hyun-ju died because of him, didn't she?"
"She was going to expose everything."
Self-preservation. Kang's instinct, that 'I's excuse.
Then— The vial. Silver. Shimmering.
"This will stabilize you. Integrate him fully."
Erase him.
'He's lying,' the 'I' said. 'He wants to kill me. And part of you with me.'
Who do I believe?
Then—another knock.
"You have a visitor," the nurse said.
Detective Park?
"I found something. Hidden in the diary."
A note. Su-yeon's handwriting:
'Today I encountered him. He wasn't Ji-hoon, as I had suspected.'
→ [To be continued in Episode 20]
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