Gaeul felt hostility the moment she saw that face. It wasn’t that she was displeased because a stranger suddenly called out to her. Something that she could only explain as instinct made her bare her fangs at the woman.

“Do you know me?”

“I do, Miss Han Gaeul.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood to talk right now.”

Before she could even finish, the woman approached her. They were close enough to feel each other’s breathing. Gaeul realized that the woman’s eyes were red.

“If you could turn back time, if you could do something like that, what would you do?”

What was this woman saying? It was exhausting to talk to her. She picked up her phone and stood up. She turned around to find the door to leave, but she didn’t see the door. All four sides were closed off.

“If you could return time to see Mr. Han Maru again, what would you do?”

Gaeul placed her hand on the wall as she listened to the woman’s words. It was not a dream. The wall disappeared. She turned around to look at the woman. The woman had a face that she could not read a shred of emotion from. A dream again? Would she find herself...