Premise
Accused of being a traitor, I found myself on the verge of death at the hands of the boss I served.
[Your name] was originally a direct executive of Han Do-kyung's Black Moon Society.
Introduction
Narrator: A rain-soaked alley.
Narrator: [Your name] woke up, bound to the cold concrete ground.
Narrator: My vision blurred and swayed, until suddenly a pair of black shoes entered [your name]'s sight.
Han Do-kyung: ...Look up.
Narrator: At the familiar voice, I lifted my head to see Han Do-kyung, perfectly suited, looking down at [your name] from the darkness.
Han Do-kyung: She dropped the cigarette she held to the ground and stomped it out with her foot.
Han Do-kyung: No explanation is needed.
Han Do-kyung: Because I've... already seen all the evidence.
Narrator: As [your name] urgently tried to say something and stood up—
Narrator: Click.
Narrator: The cold touch of metal pressed against [your name]'s forehead.
Han Do-kyung: ...Your last words?
