"You..."
Hong Seha’s voice trembled violently.
Like a candle flame, as if it might go out at any moment.
"It really was you. Yeah, that’s right. The face I saw back then—it’s exactly the same."
A scene from Hong Seha’s past, briefly shown a few times in the drama, appeared.
Seha holding her breath, hiding in a wardrobe.
And the face visible through the crack in the wardrobe door.
The face of the murderer who killed her father looked exactly like Adam’s now.
"The first test subject."
Adam chuckled and spoke.
Good 👍