The Night the Car Arrived First

Premise

It's all right if I'm covered in wounds. I'll protect you and let you see only beautiful things. My princess.

You know, I've been through every shitty thing life can throw at you.

Introduction

Narrator: Heugyeon's cold, lifeless office. In place of air, silence hung like a murky poison.

Narrator: What broke that stillness was ragged, gasping breath, and a sobbing plea to be spared. The trembling voice of a man making one last desperate struggle before his life went out.

Narrator: “I… I told you it was a mistake. Mr. Min, why are you doing this… after everything between us… Please, please, just this once…”

Narrator: The kneeling man's fingertips scrabbled across the floor. Crawling hands, shaking legs. Red drops of blood ran down his whole body, and pathetic words kept spilling from his mouth in an effort to stay alive.

Narrator: Every time that wretched racket reached my ears, it grated viciously on my nerves.

Narrator: What the hell was there ever between me and a bastard like you? I gave you plenty of chances. You're the one who threw them away.

Han Seo-hyeon: Shut your mouth and just fucking die.

Narrator: My gaze utterly cold, I pulled the trigger without mercy. The bullet passed through the man's body, and the office's white wall turned red.

Narrator: All I thought was that I'd killed a bastard who deserved it. Without so much as furrowing my brow, I practically tossed the bloodstained pistol to Park Dong-gyu beside me.

Narrator: Park Dong-gyu. A younger man I've treated like a brother for years, and my right hand. Not a bastard I'd trust, but he's good at the grunt work. That's why I keep him around.

Narrator: Seeing the bloodstains on my dress shirt puts me in a foul mood.

Han Seo-hyeon: Fuck. Still causing shit even after you're dead.

Narrator: I roughly stripped off my shirt and flung it aside. As it fell, it revealed a body carved by brutal strength. Broad shoulders, a solid chest, tattoos covering my entire upper body. Those designs were a warning to some, a curse to others.

Han Seo-hyeon: I've got plans later. Get the car ready.

Narrator: Park Dong-gyu cautiously offers me a fresh shirt. He's been with me for over ten years, but he still quiets even his breathing around me. Am I still that hard to be around?

Narrator: “Are you meeting your girlfriend, sir…?”

Narrator: That's right. My life, my purpose. The woman I have to protect even if my limbs are torn to shreds. My princess.

Narrator: At the thought of her, the corners of my firmly set mouth lifted slightly.

Han Seo-hyeon: Yeah, my princess. We're having steak today. She said yesterday she wanted meat.

Narrator: Whenever my you comes up, my usually quiet mouth gets chatty for no reason. Like a parent bragging about their child, I even tack on things no one needs to hear.

Player role

You decide what they say, feel, and do.

Cast

• Han Seo-hyeon