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  Jin-woo gave a single, rigid nod. "Good. We start with the hands."

  At that exact second, Han So-hee’s voice crackled through the encrypted earpiece. She was breathing hard, her administrative composure being pushed to its absolute limit.

  "Manager! The administrative team accepted the hold based on the lack of verified consent, but they are receiving massive, sustained pressure from an external source. They keep repeating the phrase 'Pre-scheduled Protocol.' They are aggressively insisting that this maintenance override is completely legitimate and mandatory."

  "Pre-scheduled Protocol."

  Hyun-ah chewed on the words, spitting them out with sheer disgust. "That is the dirtiest, most cowardly phrase in the corporate dictionary. You manufacture the illusion of a schedule to blindfold the people who are just following orders."

  Oh Se-na quietly set her pencil down on her makeshift workspace. Her face was ashen, drained of all blood, but the look in her eyes had fundamentally changed. She was no longer looking for a place to hide.

  "This... this is exactly what happened at my old company," Se-na whispered, her voice trembling but refusing to break. "They used that exact same phrase. 'Pre-scheduled Server Maintenance.' And the exact moment the records went blank... a human being disappeared."

  Jin-woo’s eyes turned into glacial voids.

  "No one disappears tonight," Jin-woo ordered.

  He pivoted, preparing to march toward the administrative wing, but suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

  Down the corridor, emerging from the elevator bank, was another man wearing a maintenance uniform. It was a completely different face from the assassin he had locked in the emergency stairwell. But it carried the exact same scent.

  It was another 'hand.'

  Jin-woo turned his head slightly, not taking his eyes off the approaching figure. "Min-su. The parking lot."

  Min-su nodded immediately, zipping his jacket up to his chin. "Two vehicles. I'm on them. What about you?"

  "I'm going back," Jin-woo said, shifting his gaze toward the closed door of Seo-hyun’s room. "To Seo-hyun."

  Seo-hee stepped forward instantly. "I'm coming with you."

  Jin-woo hesitated for a fraction of a second. He looked into Seo-hee’s eyes. She had spoken the word 'with,' but the grim, fatalistic resolve in her pupils clearly indicated she was preparing to die alone to protect the objective.

  "Seo-hee," Jin-woo said, his voice dropping into a register of absolute command.

  She looked up at him.

  "Tonight," Jin-woo instructed, his tone immovable. "You stay right by my side. If you wander off to fight your own war... I will end up losing Seo-hyun because I’ll be too busy trying to follow you into the dark."

  Seo-hee bit down hard on her lower lip. She stared at him for a long, heavy moment before offering a very small, incredibly reluctant nod.

  "...Understood."

  Jin-woo knew exactly what that single word cost her. For Hwang Seo-hee, saying 'understood' was the absolute equivalent of a total surrender. She despised making agreements, because agreements birthed responsibility, and responsibility led to grief.

  A nurse was stationed just outside Seo-hyun’s door, acting as a gatekeeper for the ward.

  Jin-woo quickly adjusted his damp, wrinkled collar, forcing the cold, lethal Phantom deep beneath the surface, and pulled the clumsy, foolish mask of 'Manager Kang' back over his face.

  "Excuse me... um... I was hoping to... visit..." Jin-woo stammered, offering an awkward, apologetic smile.

  The nurse looked him up and down, clearly unimpressed by his soaked, disheveled appearance. "Visitation is strictly prohibited without the patient's explicit consent."

  Jin-woo scratched the back of his neck, laughing nervously. "Ah, right... yes... I understand."

  Standing just behind his shoulder, Seo-hee whispered a single word.

  "Consent."

  Jin-woo understood exactly why that word sounded so unbelievably sharp coming from her lips. The paper So-hee had secured wasn't just a medical document. It was Seo-hyun’s final, desperate choice.

  Jin-woo paused for a brief second with his hand hovering over the door handle.

  He knew that the moment he walked back inside, Seo-hyun would inevitably ask the question. 'What on earth are you?' He still couldn't offer her a truthful answer. And yet, he had to walk through that door.

  Because the enemy's methodology had shifted from 'cyber-attack' to 'physical procedure.'

  Procedures possessed no emotions. Procedures harbored no guilt. Procedures simply crushed whatever was placed in front of them without hesitation.

  Jin-woo pushed the door open.

  Seo-hyun was lying perfectly still in the sterile hospital bed. Her hair was neatly arranged against the pillow, her skin practically translucent. But her eyes were fiercely, undeniably alive.

  The moment she saw Jin-woo step back into the room, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion and concern.

  "You..."

  Jin-woo offered a slightly lopsided, self-deprecating smile. "Just a lost manager. This hospital is a complete maze..."

  Seo-hyun let out a long, heavy exhale. "That's not funny anymore."

  Jin-woo’s smile froze. Seo-hyun did not miss the microscopic fracture in his facade.

  "Tell me the truth," Seo-hyun demanded, her voice weak but laced with steel. "What exactly happened to you? You walked in here soaking wet from the ocean... and just now, I heard a commotion out in the hallway..."

  Jin-woo stepped forward, stopping right beside her bed. He looked down at the IV line taped securely to the back of her fragile hand.

  "That commotion," Jin-woo said softly, dropping the foolish act entirely. "Was because of you."

  Seo-hyun’s eyes widened in genuine shock. "Because of me?"

  Jin-woo nodded once. "Your medical management..." He paused, carefully weighing his words. If he said it was 'severed,' she would panic. If he said it was 'manipulated,' she would become overly suspicious. "...It started acting anomalous."

  Seo-hyun fell silent for a prolonged beat. Then, she asked in a hushed whisper. "Did it act anomalous... because my illness is returning? Or..."

  She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. But Jin-woo knew exactly what she was thinking. The word she was too terrified to speak aloud was 'people.'

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  "Someone," Jin-woo stated, his voice flat and absolute, "is attempting to maliciously rewrite your medical records from the outside."

  Seo-hyun’s face turned entirely to ash. "Who."

  Jin-woo did not answer. Providing an answer would only drag her deeper into the abyss.

  But Seo-hyun didn't need him to answer. She looked directly into his eyes and spoke the truth herself.

  "You don't have to say it. I already know."

  Jin-woo lifted his gaze.

  "The Foundation," Seo-hyun whispered.

  Jin-woo’s heart skipped a terrifying beat.

  "You... you really are tangled up with the Foundation, aren't you," Seo-hyun said. Her voice trembled, but the fierce intelligence in her eyes did not waver. "I'm not an idiot. I never fully believed that they gave me this VIP badge purely out of the goodness of their charitable hearts."

  Jin-woo stared at her in stunned silence. And then, very gently, he reached out and covered her cold hand with his own.

  "Then..." Jin-woo asked softly. "Can you trust me?"

  Seo-hyun let out a breathy, broken laugh. A single tear threatened to spill over her lower lash line. "Do you honestly believe you have the right to ask me that?"

  Jin-woo stopped breathing. Her piercing gaze felt like a physical blade sliding between his ribs.

  "You," Seo-hyun continued, her voice gaining a desperate strength. "When you pulled me from the ocean... you were doing the exact same thing. You spoke to me so casually... but your eyes... you had the eyes of an absolute madman desperately trying to save a life."

  Jin-woo lowered his head. Hearing those words did not bring him joy. To him, it simply meant he was failing to project safety; he was projecting trauma.

  "But," Seo-hyun added, her fingers weakly tightening around his hand. "Because of those crazy eyes... I survived. So... this isn't about 'trust.' It's about paying a debt."

  Jin-woo spoke in a low, gravelly whisper. "Debts..."

  "Are meant to be paid," Seo-hyun finished with absolute finality.

  It was in that precise moment that the heavy door to the hospital room violently swung open.

  The triage nurse rushed in, her face flushed with panic. "Patient! The administrative system is currently showing an emergency override for your medical re-registration—"

  The nurse abruptly froze. She saw Jin-woo standing protectively by the bed, his hand resting over Seo-hyun's.

  "Ah, I-I apologize," the nurse stammered, flustered. "The administrative team just contacted the ward... they said a maintenance team has been dispatched for an urgent system check..."

  Jin-woo’s eyes instantly turned to ice.

  Maintenance team.

  Seo-hyun heard the word as well. All the color drained from her face.

  "Maintenance?" Seo-hyun mumbled, her eyes darting toward the door. "Those people... they were here earlier today."

  Jin-woo turned to her sharply. "Who."

  Seo-hyun inhaled a shaky breath. "A man with black hair. His tone was... bizarrely polite... but his eyes... his eyes were terrifying."

  Jin-woo already knew the answer. The ghosts had already been circling her bed.

  Jin-woo turned back to the nurse. When he spoke, his voice was deceptively smooth, but it carried the undeniable, crushing weight of an absolute command.

  "From this exact second forward," Jin-woo ordered. "If a maintenance team attempts to enter this room, you are to lock down this ward. Under no circumstances does anyone cross this threshold without the patient's explicit, verbal consent."

  The nurse, overwhelmed by the sheer authority radiating from him, instinctively nodded. "Y-Yes! Understood!"

  As the nurse turned to leave, Jin-woo added one final instruction.

  "And." Jin-woo locked eyes with her. "If you happen to have any CCTV footage or badge scan photos of the maintenance crew that entered today... save them immediately."

  The nurse froze in the doorway. Seo-hyun also gasped softly.

  "Because a ghost walked into this hospital today," Jin-woo stated flatly.

  "A ghost?" Seo-hyun looked at him, panic rising in her chest. "What on earth are you talking about..."

  Jin-woo forced a calm, reassuring smile onto his face. It was entirely fabricated, but he needed her to see it.

  "It's nothing," Jin-woo said softly. "I just... really despise ghosts."

  Seo-hyun stared at his face for a long, agonizing moment. Then, she spoke in a whisper so fragile it sounded like it might shatter.

  "You..." her voice trembled. "You don't have to explain everything to me. But just answer one thing."

  Jin-woo lifted his head, meeting her terrified gaze.

  "Am I going to die?"

  Jin-woo felt as though the air had been violently sucked from the room. The question was so brutally direct, so painfully unadorned. And it was the exact kind of question Kang Jin-woo was fundamentally weakest against.

  He tightened his grip on her hand, holding on as if she were the only anchor keeping him tethered to the earth.

  "You are not going to die."

  His voice was an absolute, unbreakable bedrock.

  "Because," Jin-woo stated, his eyes burning with an unyielding fire. "I will absolutely not let you die."

  Seo-hyun’s pupils wavered violently. That emotional tremor was far more terrifying to Jin-woo than any physical storm.

  When Jin-woo stepped back out into the blinding white corridor, Seo-hee was standing at the far end of the hall. She was leaning against the pristine wall, but in reality, it looked more as if she were desperately trying to hold the wall up.

  "Did she sign?" Seo-hee asked.

  Jin-woo nodded. "She did."

  Seo-hee’s expression shifted for a microscopic fraction of a second. "...Good."

  She couldn't hide the profound bitterness laced in that single word. A piece of paper might save Seo-hyun's life tonight, but simultaneously, it dragged her infinitely deeper into their nightmare.

  "Now," Jin-woo said, pointing toward the elevators. "There is another 'hand' currently walking this floor."

  Seo-hee gave a sharp nod. "I'll take him."

  Jin-woo immediately moved to stop her. "Seo-hee, you are—"

  Seo-hee cut him off, looking him dead in the eye. "I am exceptionally good at this."

  It wasn't a boast. It was an open wound. It was a tragic confession that hunting people in the dark was the only survival skill she had left.

  Jin-woo fell silent for a brief moment, then slowly nodded.

  "Alright," Jin-woo agreed. "But..."

  He reached out and gently pushed the brim of her black baseball cap up just a fraction of an inch, adjusting her line of sight.

  "Do not do it alone."

  Seo-hee let out a very small, incredibly rare laugh.

  "...You either."

  At that exact moment, Ha-jun’s voice erupted through the encrypted earpiece.

  "Hyung! Hyun-ah noona's vendor list... we cracked it! The maintenance vendor's registered address, the designated contract manager, and... their registered vehicle fleet information!"

  Hyun-ah immediately chimed in, her voice rapid and precise. "That vendor is 'maintenance' in name only. They act as a shadow logistical arm for the Foundation's VIP events. And the financial routing... it doesn't flow directly from SGMF. It's laundered through a 'Private Individual' proxy first."

  Se-na’s trembling voice added the final, horrifying puzzle piece. "That private proxy's name... it's nearly identical to a shell executive on the approval lines from my old company. Exactly one letter is different. It was deliberately misspelled to avoid automated audits."

  Jin-woo’s eyes turned completely to ice.

  "Excellent." Jin-woo whispered.

  He looked through the large hospital windows, staring out at the freezing, dimly lit parking lot below. He could just barely make out Min-su's silhouette, moving like a shadow behind a row of parked cars.

  "Our target isn't the ghost." Jin-woo declared over the comms. "It is the man who manufactured the ghost."

  At that precise second, Jin-woo’s phone vibrated once more.

  [ Phantom. ]

  [ The signature is in place. ]

  [ By dawn, she will belong to the protocol. ]

  Jin-woo’s hand went completely rigid.

  Standing beside him, Seo-hee glanced at the glowing screen. She spoke in a whisper so quiet it was almost imperceptible.

  "They're moving."

  "Yeah," Jin-woo answered darkly.

  He smiled. And this time, it was not a fabricated, foolish grin. It was the smile of an apex predator.

  "Then..." Jin-woo’s voice dropped to a freezing, lethal register. He took a slow, deliberate step forward down the corridor. "It's my turn to become a ghost."

  At the far end of the hall, near the fire exit doors, the second man in a maintenance uniform casually strolled into view. He casually scanned the area, then turned his body, moving with an eerie, rehearsed nonchalance toward the patient ward.

  His footsteps were entirely too natural—which is exactly what made them so profoundly unnatural.

  Jin-woo began to follow him.

  He killed the sound of his footsteps.

  He killed the sound of his breathing.

  He killed the light in his eyes.

  And right there, inside the mundane, brightly lit corridors of an ordinary hospital, a true war zone silently tore open.

  Suddenly, Min-su’s voice crackled through Jin-woo’s earpiece. The audio was filled with the sound of freezing wind.

  "Jin-woo." Min-su’s voice was completely devoid of its usual sarcasm.

  "One of the vehicles in the parking lot... in the backseat..."

  Min-su’s breath hitched audibly.

  "There's a folded hospital gown. And... Seo-hyun’s patient nametag is already printed and sitting on the dashboard."

  Jin-woo’s footsteps instantly stopped.

  For a single, agonizing second, the entire world froze solid.

  "...What?" Jin-woo whispered.

  Min-su ground his teeth together so hard the sound transmitted through the mic.

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