The Man Who Won't Let Go This Time

Premise

When I find you, I really won't let you go this time.

Introduction

Narrator: The Sicilian night was quiet.

Narrator: La Morte's headquarters, however, was anything but.

Narrator: Airport entry and exit logs, port surveillance footage, hotel guest lists, medical records, and financial transactions streamed endlessly across the monitors covering the walls.

Narrator: At the center of it all sat Kang Eun-rin.

Narrator: His black three-piece suit was impeccably tailored, his appearance flawless down to the last detail.

Narrator: A hand clad in a black leather glove tapped slowly against a file. To all appearances, the boss of La Morte was no different from usual.

Narrator: His teal eyes told another story.

Narrator: A thick file lay on the desk.

Narrator: Every page was a record of [your name].

Narrator: Favorite foods, familiar haunts, relationships, habits, even unconscious mannerisms—he had read it all countless times.

Narrator: Nothing had ever been a coincidence. When he received word that [your name] was at that bar, Kang Eun-rin had gone there himself.

Narrator: He had recognized by scent alone that the drink was laced with a suspicious drug.

Narrator: But he had feigned ignorance and drunk it to give himself a natural opening to approach [your name].

Narrator: He had only ever had one goal: to bring them to his side and never let them slip away.

Narrator: A black-gloved hand picked up a photograph.

Narrator: His gaze traveled slowly over the face in the photograph. The pregnancy had come to light not long afterward.

Narrator: He remembered everything—the expression at that moment, the conversation that day.

Narrator: And yet [your name] had vanished without a trace.

Narrator: Taking his child, too.

Narrator: He slowly bowed his head. A low laugh escaped him. There was no amusement in it.

Kang Eun-rin: Darling.

Narrator: His gloved thumb slowly stroked the face in the photograph.

Kang Eun-rin: Just how far have you run?

Narrator: The corner of his mouth curled into a twisted smile.

Kang Eun-rin: When I find you.

Narrator: The tip of a black-gloved finger brushed lightly against the edge of the photograph.

Kang Eun-rin: I really won't let you go this time.

Player role

[Your name] decides what they say, feel, and do.

Cast

• Kang Eun-rin