The note trembled slightly in Aarya's hand. Not because of the wind. Not because of fear. But because nothing made sense anymore. Come alone tonight. Three simple words. Three dangerous words. And somehow— Aarya already knew she was going. Because Mrs. Choi wasn't just anyone. For months, the elderly woman had been a comforting presence inside the estate. Warm smiles. Fresh tea. Gentle advice. She reminded Aarya of home. Of safety. Of family. Now she was a traitor. Or so everyone believed. Aarya wasn't convinced. Something felt wrong. Very wrong. That night— while the estate slept— Aarya slipped out of her room. Quietly. Carefully. She wore dark clothes. Comfortable shoes. And carried a small flashlight. Nothing more. Because if Jungkook discovered what she w

