Yoo Chan squinted first, blinking a few times.
"...what the—" he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "You see that too?"
Kim Jae-ho turned his head, laughing. "Bro, I think we drank too much. I'm seeing two of you standing by the door."
He pointed at Hyun Woo, his grin lazy and half-drunk.
"Hey—who're you supposed to be? Delivery guy? You bring more booze?"
Neither of them moved from their seats.
One reached for his bottle again, the other kept laughing like it was all a joke.
"Still laughing," Hyun Woo said. "Guess guilt doesn't last long when daddy buys the cleanup."
Yoo Chan laughed again, waving his hand.
"Yo, chill man, you lost or something? Wrong house."
Hyun Woo tilted his head slightly, the faintest grin under the shadow of his hood.
"Wrong house?" he said, voice low. "No. I came for the right one."
Kim Jae-ho frowned, squinting harder. "The hell's that supposed to mean?"
He chuckled again, half slurring his words. "Bro, maybe the 'Judge' finally came to get us."
