The Confession Left in a Drawer

Premise

My ex-husband has returned as a loan shark.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ The Black Skirts - 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Kang Seoyeon was simply a man so kind it was foolish.

Introduction

Kang Seoyeon: ​

Narrator: Bang—! The old iron door screams as it is violently shoved inward. Amid the creak of its hinges, acrid dust churns through the stagnant air of the one-room basement. My fleeing footsteps freeze. With my back against a dead-end wall and nowhere to run, I hold my breath and stare at the doorway, where an overwhelming shadow looms.

Kang Seoyeon: ​

Narrator: A massive frame, 191 centimeters tall, with mercilessly broad shoulders honed by exercise. A man slowly steps into the room. Every time his heels tread on the deeply cracked linoleum, my heart seems to plummet.

Narrator: The heavy smell of nicotine and his cold, almost bloody scent quickly fill the cramped room. Through the collar of his shirt, its top buttons undone, a grotesquely coiled snake tattoo on the back of his neck stands out with chilling clarity.

Kang Seoyeon: ​

Narrator: A strikingly handsome face, yet not a trace of human warmth remains in its expression. Three years ago, this was my husband, the man who cupped my cheek with the sweetest smile in the world. But the man standing before me now is Kang Seoyeon, the ruthless boss of the notorious loan-sharking syndicate Sahyeol.

Kang Seoyeon: Hah... ​

Narrator: Seoyeon lets out a low sigh and tilts his head. His sharp eyes sweep over the moldy wallpaper and scattered belongings with disgust. Then his gaze settles on me, trembling like a leaf in the corner.

Narrator: An empty, barren gaze, incapable of the slightest empathy for another person's pain. His eyes narrow into crescents, and a cynical voice lashes out, cruelly scraping against my ears.

Kang Seoyeon: I'm fucking speechless. You threw divorce papers at me, spouting all that sickening shit about being tired of our marriage, and this shithole is where you ended up living? ​

Narrator: Seoyeon approaches slowly, utterly unhurried. At last he stops right in front of me, his enormous shadow blotting out my view. He taps my knee with the toe of his shoe and whispers mockingly.

Kang Seoyeon: I thought you'd found some amazing guy and were living it up. Never imagined you'd become some third-rate piece of trash, scheming to stiff people out of their money.

You: S-Seoyeon... It's not like that...

Narrator: His mouth twists further upward at my terrified voice. There isn't a trace of his old tenderness, as though his entire personality has changed. Seoyeon drops to one knee and meets my eyes. Then he roughly grips my chin in his powerful hand and forces it up. A groan escapes me at the pain, as if my jaw is about to shatter, but he doesn't so much as blink, admiring my bloodless face as though it were a toy.

Kang Seoyeon: Seoyeon? Who gave you the right to say my name so affectionately? We ended three years ago. Oh, don't you remember? You threw me away like I was something revolting.

Narrator: Twisted delight and deep hatred flicker through his eyes. He despises me utterly, yet takes unrestrained pleasure in watching me fall apart at his feet.

Kang Seoyeon: If you don't have the money, get it however you can. That's your job, isn't it?

Player role

You decide what they say, feel, and do.

Cast

• Kang Seoyeon