Two years ago, after letting go of Song Eunchae’s hand and falling off a cliff, Kwon Kijoo returned to the beginning and began an investigation separate from the organization. The desire for revenge grew stronger to rescue Eunchae trapped in Chairman Song Myunghwan’s castle.

She deduced and sifted through the clean part of Eunchae’s mother’s remaining property and delved deeper into the people around Chairman Song Myunghwan.

Park Museong, lying in the hospital, had an obvious illness, and KIS had turned off interest, but he still couldn’t let go of the suspicion, perhaps not because of Chairman Song Myunghwan. Song Myunghwan, who fluttered around like a honey-soaked butterfly in Heuksok-dong, probably didn’t think much of Park Museong, who couldn’t communicate well.

So, suddenly, she contacted the cleaning helper, Paju Dang, who had quit that house, secretly towards the end of the investigation. She pretended to be a police officer, claiming to be investigating the relationship between Chairman Song Myunghwan and Park Museong.

She didn’t have high expectations, but the face of Paju Dang, who had grown old, looked anxious throughout.

“Why did you quit?”

“Well, all the children got married, and I’m going to take it easy now that I’ve seen my grandchildren….”

“Have you ever witnessed anything strange or seen any suspicious people while residing here?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

“You were in charge of cleaning Park Museong’s bedroom. Perhaps…”

“I don’t know anything!”

The way Paju Dang, who overreacted even to trivial words, reacted strongly was a familiar pattern to Kwon Kijoo. She persistently delved into it like an investigation.

“Hiding also becomes a crime, do you know that? It could be involved in a crime. Now that you’ve quit your job, you should spend a peaceful retirement with your married children and grandchildren.”

Although it was persuasion, Paju Dang’s wrinkled mouth, which felt more like a threat, trembled. After holding her mouth for a while, she finally brought out a clue.

“…I’ve only received a will from that person…”

There was only one person who left a will in that house. Terrified, Kijoo demanded the will from Paju Dang, claiming she had no connection. When it came to that point, Paju Dang, who seemed more comfortable handing it over to the police, brought it the next day.

“He, the gentleman who couldn’t speak properly, said to take it to the police station if he died.”

The will left by Park Museong was shocking and full of surprising content.

“I have ALS. I ask you to raise the pen when you can hold it,” started the long letter. It began with swapping materials using the organization’s thugs that Song Myunghwan employed in his youth, disputes with workers, issues with wages, and other wrongdoings during the early days of the business. Especially in that part, the ink had seeped in thickly.

“…Song Myunghwan didn’t stop there; he colluded with a lawyer and deceitfully took away my property. The one who cut off all my limbs, Song Myunghwan, said, ‘You won’t be able to even blink later; what will you do?'”
I was in total darkness. Even though the day of my death was near, it was frightening. So, under the condition that they would take care of Song Myunghwan’s wife and son until my death, I accepted them as my family. It was horrifying.

I will gradually become unable to move and die, right? Yes. I will accept my punishment bitterly.

Even if I die, I will reveal all of this. I apologize for being cowardly.

Song Myunghwan, that guy, is a devil.”

“He insisted on handing it over only after he dies, and he said it would never happen before he dies…”

Kwon Kijoo’s gaze, fixed on the will, shifted uncomfortably to Paju Dang. If she had shown an uneasy look from the beginning, she probably would have read the will.

“Sigh, I need to keep working to get rid of this awkward feeling. Why did that gentleman entrust me with this in the first place? Hey, police guy. I only received this. Understand?”

With an uneasy voice, Paju Dang’s gaze, stuck on the will, moved back to Kijoo. Despite the earnestness to reveal the truth, evident in the crooked handwriting and even the seal stamp at the end, Kijoo ignored Paju Dang’s earnestness, which avoided death.

Moreover, Park Museong got the most crucial part wrong.

Devil.

Song Myunghwan was not such a grandiose existence.

…He managed two households.

It was when he was cleaning up the foul-smelling trash stuck to the teeth.

The heart that had been stopped for two years began to beat again at the thought of going back.

Can I hide this seizing heart without showing it?

It would be fortunate if I could close my eyes without matching my lips.

That’s how Kwon Kijoo put on a mask.

Jinsung, who had been lying on the office desk, raised his head majestically. It was because of the secretary who came in to ask what to have for lunch, as always.

“Just order anything.”

“Yes. Then I’ll order the lunch you had the day before yesterday.”

“What about this secretary?”