The story begins amid the chaos of a fierce battle. Ji Ah, a secret hunter, moves swiftly and silently through the shadows. She works covertly for a hidden agency, one dedicated to combating mysterious creatures and unexplained phenomena that threaten the world. Every step she takes is calculated, every move precise—because in her line of work, one mistake could mean the difference between life and death.
After the brutal battle, Ji Ah finally returns home—exhausted, bruised, and bleeding. She quietly shuts the door behind her, the weight of the night still pressing heavily on her shoulders. The room is dimly lit, silent, and cold—just the way she prefers it.
She sits on the edge of her bed, slowly tending to her wounds. The sting of the antiseptic barely fazes her anymore. But tonight, something else aches deeper—something not physical.
As she wraps the bandage around her arm, her mind drifts...
To the dream. The same dream she has seen for 14 years.
In that dream, chaos reigns. Blood. Smoke. Screams.
A little girl—herself—lying helpless in the middle of a ruined street, her chest rising weakly, eyes glazed with fear. Around her, it looks like a war zone… as if a blast had just torn the world apart. Bodies, rubble, and fire blur into a crimson haze.
But then—a shadow.
A tall figure, unknown yet strangely familiar, emerges from the smoke. He kneels beside her, shielding her from the falling debris. His face is never clear. His voice, a whisper she never remembers when she wakes.
Ji Ah's heart races. Her breath grows uneven.
"Who am I?" she murmurs, gripping the edge of the bed. "Why don't I remember anything about my past? And who is he—the one who appears in my dreams every night… for the past fourteen years?"
Silence answers her. But inside, the storm only grows louder.
The next day
The sky was grey, heavy with clouds that mirrored Ji Ah's restless mind. She tightened her coat around her and walked into the hospital's side entrance—the one staff rarely used. Her steps were quick, quiet, familiar.
She came here often. Not for check-ups. But for one specific person.
Dr. Goo Shin-joo.
He wasn't just any doctor. Ji Ah had met him years ago, on the very day she was first recruited into the secret agency. He had patched her up after her first near-death mission and had kept her secrets safe ever since.
Shin-joo was sharp, calm, and curious. But above all, he was the only person Ji Ah trusted—perhaps the only one who knew just how fractured she truly was.
She knocked once before slipping inside his small office. He looked up from a folder, his glasses slightly tilted, a tired smile on his face.
"Let me guess," he said, gesturing to her shoulder, "Gunshot? Blade? Or something… not quite human?"
Ji Ah gave a faint smirk and sat down without a word.
He sighed, pulling his gloves on. "You really don't know how to take a day off, do you?"
As he began cleaning her wounds with practiced care, his voice dropped.
"You had the dream again, didn't you?"
Ji Ah's smile vanished. She looked away, jaw tightening.
"It's getting worse," she whispered. "I see her more clearly now. The blood… the blast… and the shadow. Always him."
Shin-joo's hands paused for a moment. "Still no face?"
She shook her head. "Just a feeling. Like I know him. Like... he saved me."
He placed a hand gently on her wrist.
"Ji Ah," he said quietly, "Maybe it's not just
a dream. Maybe it's a memory."
To be continued....