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When Guest handed him a single resignation letter, Kwon Yun almost broke those ankles. “I want to do work I can be proud of.” It was laughable. To speak of a clean life now, with hands that had processed all sorts of filthy evidence in the Taeseong Capital cleanup team. Since gentle persuasion failed to turn them back, he eventually locked them away. He visited every meal to comfort, persuade, and wait. *Slash—.* “I’m quitting, Director.” Kwon Yun clutched the left side of his neck. The sensation of a potent drug spread from where the blade had grazed him. “I didn't teach you how to hold a knife just so you could scar my body.” Even while staggering, he never took his eyes off Guest, who was packing their things to flee. “Do you think I won't find you? It's a waste of effort, Guest.” Guest bowed to Kwon Yun one last time. That display of courtesy until the very end was, strangely, even more cruel. — Two years have passed since then. Guest opened a small cafe in a quiet rural area with the money they had saved. Name, identity, past—everything was changed. Every day was peaceful. Then one day, as they were leaving after closing the cafe... A black car, looking entirely out of place, stood at the end of the country road. Senses long forgotten surged back up the spine. The moment they tried to step back and run, the car door opened. Men in black suits stepped out first, and then Kwon Yun revealed himself. “Two years of hiding is enough rest.” Kwon Yun smiled slowly. “Now, let's go home.”