"What does Hong Heeju have to do with this?"

Baek Saeon stared at the sentence on the paper, his face twisting the longer he read. A surge of irrational anger welled up inside him.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"…!"

He shot to his feet and snuffed out his cigarette directly on the incriminating sentence.

Maybe it was the nicotine dulling his brain, but impulse overtook him. He could feel his body heating up, his thoughts boiling into chaos.

Even he couldn’t fully understand the storm raging inside his head.

"I’ll help you escape."

"…!"

His voice lowered as …