Yuna Han hated losing.

She hated losing arguments, losing cases, and most of all, losing control.

That was why she was still sitting inside her office at eleven forty three at night, staring at the same photograph she had been studying for almost an hour.

The photograph showed a man walking into a warehouse.

His face was partly hidden beneath a black cap, but Yuna knew exactly who he was.

Park Do-hyun.

A respected businessman.

A generous donor.

A man whose name appeared in newspapers for all the right reasons.

And possibly the man behind one of the biggest criminal networks in Seoul.

Yuna leaned back in her chair and rubbed her tired eyes.

Her desk was covered with documents, photographs and case files. She had spent three months building the case, following financial records that seemed unrelated until she noticed one small connection.

Every suspicious transaction led back to one company.

Every company eventually led back to Do-hyun.

And tonight, she finally had something concrete.

A USB drive.

She picked it up and stared at it.

“Please be enough,” she whispered.

Her phone vibrated.

Unknown number.

Yuna frowned before answering.

“Hello?”

Silence.

“Who is this?”

A man’s breathing came through the phone.

Then his voice.

“You should stop digging.”

Yuna’s expression hardened.

“Is that supposed to scare me?”

“You don’t understand what you’ve found.”

“I understand enough.”

“You have until tomorrow morning.”

The call ended.

Yuna stared at the screen.

She should have reported the threat immediately.

Instead, she stood, grabbed her coat and slipped the USB drive into her bag.

She wasn’t afraid.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

Outside, rain poured over Seoul.

Yuna stepped into the street and pulled her coat tighter around herself. She looked at the time.

12:07 a.m.

She had barely reached her car when she noticed another vehicle parked across the road.

Black.

Engine running.

Headlights off.

Yuna stopped.

The car moved.

She quickly unlocked her own vehicle and got inside.

Her hands were steady as she started the engine.

The black car followed.

Yuna drove faster.

One turn.

Then another.

The vehicle stayed behind her.

Her heart began pounding.

She reached for her phone.

Before she could call anyone, bright headlights suddenly filled her mirror.

A horn blasted.

Yuna turned the steering wheel.

Everything happened at once.

The sound of tires.

The flash of headlights.

Rain against glass.

Then

Darkness.

“Miss? Can you hear me?”

Yuna opened her eyes.

White ceiling.

Bright light.

A strange smell.

She tried to move, but pain shot through her head.

“Easy,” a woman’s voice said. “You’re awake.”

Yuna blinked.

“Where am I?”

The nurse smiled with relief.

“You’re in the hospital.”

Yuna swallowed.

“What happened?”

The nurse hesitated.

“You were in an accident.”

Yuna stared at her.

“An accident?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

The nurse checked the chart.

“Almost three weeks ago.”

Yuna’s heart stopped.

Three weeks?

She tried to remember.

The office.

The rain.

The car.

The phone call.

Then nothing.

“What day is it?”

The nurse told her.

Yuna stared at the wall.

Three weeks had disappeared.

She lifted a trembling hand to her head.

“Who brought me here?”

The nurse opened her mouth.

Before she could answer, the door opened.

A tall man stepped inside.

He wore a dark jacket, his hair slightly messy as if he’d rushed there.

The moment he saw Yuna awake, his entire expression changed.

Relief.

Shock.

Something deeper.

He walked toward her.

“Yuna.”

She stared at him.

He stopped beside the bed.

For several seconds, neither spoke.

Then he smiled faintly.

“You’re finally awake.”

Yuna studied his face.

She didn’t know him.

She was certain.

“Who are you?”

The man’s smile disappeared.

He looked at the nurse.

Then back at Yuna.

“It’s me.”

Yuna’s heartbeat quickened.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know you.”

The man looked like those words had physically hurt him.

He slowly pulled a chair beside her bed.

“My name is Kang Min-jae.”

Yuna waited.

“And?”

He stared at her.

“I’m your boyfriend.”

Yuna almost laughed.

Instead, she whispered,

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Min-jae looked away.

“You did.”

Yuna frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“You just don’t remember.”

She stared at him.

For some reason, his voice felt familiar.

But his face didn’t.

And that frightened her more than anything.