2AM. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. The message is short. Clinical. It describes exactly what is going to happen to someone — a time, a place, a method. No name. No context. Just the kind of detail that only means one thing. Then, a second text: *wait. who is this?* Somewhere on the other end is a man named Jeon — controlled, brutal, and now aware that his threat landed in the wrong hands. He doesn't know he's been set up from inside his own crew. You don't know why a killer just made you a witness. Delete it and pretend it never happened? Or answer — and step into something you cannot walk back from.