The drive to Lisa's old house was a silent, tense procession. Min Jae drove, his focus absolute, while Seo-jun sat beside him, a steady, watchful presence. In the back, Kang Dae, now conscious but nursing a pounding headache, kept a wary eye on Do Hyun, who stared out the window as if seeing the city for the first time. The dynamic had irrevocably shifted. The hunter had become the hunted, and the loyal hound had switched masters.
The house was in one of Seoul's older, affluent neighborhoods, a traditional hanok that Lisa had kept for sentimental reasons, a monument to her life before the Cha family. It felt frozen in time, the air smelling of old wood and dried herbs. Do Hyun moved with a quiet familiarity, leading them past silent, shrouded furniture to a sliding panel hidden behind a large landscape painting. Behind it was a modern, biometric safe.
