Ryu Dasom questioned herself for what she was certain was the thousandth time.
What on earth are you doing?
She was standing in front of Minho's apartment, a small white box right behind her.
She couldn't make sense of it. What a chaebol heir was doing living in an apartment that looked so shabby from the outside.
But most of all, she couldn't make sense of why she wanted to move in with him.
She knocked on the door gently, looking around while she waited for a response. The neighbourhood was quiet and peaceful, something she had experienced very little of while growing up.
At this age her father was tame, nothing like he was a decade or two ago.
Killing people was sport for Ryu Taesik, and she had heard the echoing shots of a revolver more than once when she tried to sleep at night.
Dasom remembered the first time she saw a pool of blood and a lifeless body.
