About halfway down the road, Go Minji bombarded my phone with texts.

Since I hadn’t slept a wink all day, I’d crashed on a bed in the AV room, but suddenly my phone started going off like crazy.
It didn’t stop, not even for a moment. For a second, I thought there was an earthquake.

Rubbing my eyes, I checked the phone and found a flood of messages that were exactly what you’d expect from Go Minji.

- Hey, you fucking bastard.
- Do you wanna die for real?
- You left by yourself?
- Seriously? …