'You choose.'
The words echoed inside Ji-hoon's mind.
Now that you remember the truth, it's your turn to choose.
The air around him was heavy. Choice itself became a prison.
Do I face her? Or protect her by staying away?
Before he could answer, the cell door creaked open.
"Ji-hoon, you have a visitor."
Another one? A detective this time.
Park Jun-ho. Mid-forties. Eyes like scalpels.
"Today, I'd like to ask you about your past."
My past… it never left me.
"Particularly, the night your father died."
Ji-hoon's breath hitched. He sat down slowly.
"What did you feel, realizing your mother might have been the one who killed him?"
Disbelief. Collapse. A memory uncoiling backwards.
"Then why would the 'other you' exist, if not from guilt?"
Because… trauma finds new shapes.
"Maybe I saw her do it. Maybe she rewrote the memory to save me."
Detective Park studied him. Quiet. Calculating.
"Have you ever seen your mother talk to herself? Refer to herself by another name?"
And then— The mirror. His mother whispering to her own reflection.
"Are you suggesting she had DID?"
Park placed a file on the table. Hospital records. Unspecified Dissociative Disorder. Before Ji-hoon was born.
It runs in blood.
"One of her alters may have killed your father. Another… may have protected you."
Ji-hoon felt the floor shift under him.
What does this mean for Su-yeon...?
"Lee Su-yeon worked at the same hospital. Five years ago."
His mother's hospital.
The darkness had threads. Woven tight.
Back in his cell. A letter. No name. Familiar handwriting.
'Ji-hoon, I will explain everything. From twenty years ago until now. —Su-yeon'
But… she's dead.
Isn't she?
He flipped the letter. Dated February 25, 2025. After her disappearance.
One final line: 'He is not you. But he looks like you.'
→ [To be continued in Episode 16]
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