In the thrilling climax of the Lovesick Monster Universe Phase Two, Book 7: Drama delivers heart-stopping intensity. After the harrowing events of FEARLESS, the IPG and GUN race against time to free the abducted Kang Junyeong and thwart Lee Kangdae...
I stirred, every muscle aching as my head throbbed, sending waves of nausea through my body. My eyes fluttered open, but everything was a blur. Where was I? My surroundings felt cold, the air sharp against my skin.
"Ah... Seems you're awake at last."
That voice—that heavily accented Korean—rang through the haze. I recognized it, but from where? I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision, but the effort only made my head spin more. My stomach churned. The smell of... Cardboard boxes? No. Not cardboard... Wooden crates, and the faint scent of cement. Where the hell was I?
"Can you hear me, Jung Hae-in-ssi?" the voice continued.
I could hear him, but when I tried to speak, my throat burned, bone dry. Slowly, my surroundings came into focus. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh, clinical glow. I shifted, trying to move my arms, only to realize with growing panic that they were bound—my wrists and ankles tightly tied to a chair. My heart raced as I scanned the room—yes, it was a warehouse.
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Then I saw him: a young man, tall and unnervingly calm, dressed in black. His eyes met mine with a chilling smile. The memories came flooding back—I was tailing Yeji to that lounge in Gangnam, I was trying to follow her discreetly as she entered the building. And then... The hooded man. Was it this man? He drugged me... I was... I was kidnapped.
"W–Who are you?" I croaked.
The man smiled wider, almost as if he was pleased with the fear in my eyes.
"Ah yes," he replied with an unsettling calm voice, "We haven't been properly introduced."
He stepped closer, his tone disturbingly casual.
"My name is Fin Leung. You can call me Fin. Although... You might be more familiar with..."
He lifted something in his hands, and for a terrifying moment, I thought it was a decapitated head. I gasped, a scream caught in my throat, but then I realized—it was a mask, carefully molded to resemble a face. Hang on... That face. It was...
"Park... Sungmin...?" I mumbled, my mind scrambling to make sense of it. "Prime Minister Lee Kangdae's... Chief of Staff?" "Correct," Fin smiled, watching as the gears turned in my head. "But... Wait... That means... You're—Park Sungmin isn't a real person?" I blurted out as the realization hit me, the pieces slowly locking into place. "Bingo!" he replied with a gleeful chuckle. "As expected from KBS News' top producer!"
His voice dripped with sarcasm, but there was something unsettling about how much he enjoyed my confusion. The shock weighed heavy on me. Park Sungmin featured heavily in Lee Kangdae's rise to power, at least for the last year. He always appeared alongside Kangdae, he was almost like his second in command, but... Tonight I realized that Park Sungmin was nothing more than a façade, a persona, a puppet controlled by the one standing in front of me. A ghost in plain sight.
