The flames roared through Incheon’s port, casting an orange glow across the cranes and cargo containers, the air thick with smoke and the tang of burning fuel. Kang Min-jae stood frozen, his g*n trained on the man before him—Kang Ji-won, his father, whose weathered face and cold eyes stirred memories of a childhood abandoned in Incheon’s rough streets. Ji-won’s words—“Son, you’ve stirred up trouble”—cut deeper than the drones circling above, their red lights pulsing like heartbeats. Choi Soo-jin clutched the ledger, its pages naming Ji-won as the Broker, her backpack a lifeline in the chaos. Kim Seo-yeon, the journalist, gripped her tablet, its upload to UN servers complete, while Park Ji-hoon, bloodied and limping, guarded their flank, his redemption teetering. The UN van, their escape to
