Episode 4: A Voice from the Dark (Rewritten)
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"Mom… can I go outside for a bit?"
My voice sounded calm.
But inside—
I was restless.
The hospital room felt suffocating.
Closing in on me.
"My daughter," my mother said gently, her eyes filled with concern,
"It's cold outside… and it's already late. Go tomorrow, okay?"
I looked toward the window.
Darkness.
Only faint streetlights cutting through the night.
Autumn was ending.
Winter was close.
Cold.
Still.
Lonely.
"… Alright," I whispered.
I didn't argue.
I didn't have the strength to.
But the feeling didn't disappear.
Something was missing.
Something I couldn't name.
…
The season had already begun to change.
The air outside was sharp, cold against the skin.
Fallen leaves covered the ground in gold and brown.
Gi-woo loved this season.
She wasn't quiet.
Never had been.
She was bright.
Full of life.
The kind of person who filled every space with energy.
She excelled in her studies—
But more than that—
She loved movement.
Strength.
Freedom.
Maybe that's why she started so young.
Five years old.
While other children were playing—
She was learning how to fight.
"Gi-woo, you're improving," the coach said.
Firm.
Encouraging.
"But don't rush. Every movement has timing."
She stood before him, breathing slightly hard—but focused.
"Watch your opponent," he continued. "Predict before they move."
"Okay, coach."
Her voice was confident.
Her eyes—
Determined.
She wasn't just training.
She was chasing something.
Something bigger.
At just sixteen—
She had already reached a professional level.
Fast.
Precise.
Sharp.
A competitor.
Preparing for something important.
Every second mattered.
…
Knock.
"Come in," my mother said.
The door opened.
"Hello, Ji-woo. How are you?"
I turned my head.
"Hello… Coach An."
The words came naturally.
But inside—
Nothing.
Empty.
No memory.
No connection.
"Welcome," my mother said politely.
The man stepped in.
Tall.
Strong.
His presence filled the room.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I just heard. What happened?"
"We don't know," my father answered heavily.
"She was found unconscious… outside."
His voice tightened.
"She doesn't remember anything. Not even you."
Silence.
The coach exhaled slowly.
"I'm sorry…"
His eyes rested on me.
Pain.
Concern.
And something else—
Worry.
"But she's strong," he added. "She'll recover."
"Thank you for coming," my mother said.
"Goodbye."
The door closed.
I stared at the empty space.
That man…
He mattered.
I could feel it.
So why—
Couldn't I remember him?
…
"Mom, I'm going to school."
"Alright. Take care."
"I made breakfast."
"Thank you, my son."
The house felt quiet.
Too quiet.
Then—
A door creaked upstairs.
Slow footsteps followed.
Heavy.
"I'm starving… Is there food?"
A rough voice.
Irritated.
"Come eat," the mother replied softly.
"Ugh…" he groaned. "My head is killing me. I'm sick of everything."
"Don't say that," she said gently. "Drinking isn't good for you."
He stepped into view.
Tall.
Broad.
But different.
Rough.
Unstable.
His face already carried tension, dissatisfaction etched into every line.
This was Tae-sun.
Hyun woo's older brother.
…
"Mom… when can I leave the hospital?"
I broke the silence.
"A little more time," she said. "Are you bored?"
"…Yes."
Very.
But more than that—
I felt trapped.
"Come," she said softly. "Let's walk a little."
I nodded.
Slowly stood up.
My legs felt weak.
Familiar.
Step by step—
Everything looked different from this angle.
Strange.
Then—
Pain.
Sharp.
Sudden.
I gasped.
My hands shot to my head.
The pain intensified.
My vision blurred—
And then—
A voice.
Loud.
Violent.
"Damn girl… take this… die!"
It echoed.
Again.
Again.
My breathing broke.
My heart raced uncontrollably.
That voice—
It wasn't imagination.
It was real.
A memory.
A fragment.
Someone said that to me.
Someone meant it.
And in that moment—
Fear spread through my entire body.
Cold.
Unavoidable.
Because I understood something terrifying.
This wasn't an accident.
Someone hurt me.
On purpose.
Someone wanted me—
Dead.
👉 That voice… who does it belong to?
The attacker?
Or someone she knows?
💭 And if Gi-woo remembers everything…
Will she become a target again?
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