In a world that seemed straight out of a film, Jisu found herself caught in a delicate yet dangerous dance of love. Ryujin entered her life like a rose, beautiful yet fragile, wrapped in the uncertainty of chance. Both women were marked by the scars...
Although Jisu was typically sociable, she had opted to stay home this time, too preoccupied with worry over the note she’d received earlier. It had unnerved her so much that she’d gone through the entire house, double-checking that every door and window was securely locked.
“Jisueonni?”
The sound of a voice jolted her from her thoughts. Was that Chaeryeong calling out to her?
“Hey! Why is everything locked? I couldn’t get in!”
Jisu hesitated. Should she venture out, risking exposure, to open the gate for Chaeryeong, or should she stay put and simply tell her friend to go home?
“Choi Jisueonni! Hey!”
Alright, decision made. She couldn’t risk the neighbors filing a complaint against Chaeryeong for disturbing the peace.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Jisu replied, swinging the gate open for Chaeryeong, who darted past her toward the house, leaving Jisu to shut it behind them. And there, waiting for her, were three more notes.
Is this the work of a benign admirer or a deranged stalker?
She scanned the area for any sign of the note-leaver, but nothing seemed amiss. With a sigh, she nervously picked up the notes, her heart pounding in her chest.
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