Jun’s campaign of security began the next day. It was silent, meticulous, and relentless. He reached out to Park Min-gi, not for a new identity, but for a different kind of service. Within a week, a discreet security detail was shadowing Yuna, a team of former special forces operatives vetted by Min-gi himself. They were ghosts, invisible to everyone but Jun, who acknowledged their presence with a slight, almost imperceptible nod.
He had the apartment’s security system completely overhauled, adding measures Yuna hadn’t known existed—motion sensors on the balcony, seismic detectors on the exterior walls, a panic room disguised as a walk-in closet. He began taking advanced driving courses, learning evasion techniques on closed tracks.
He was building his wall, brick by paranoid brick.
Yun
