The Grief

I stand rooted to the spot, my eyes fixed on Choi. The implications of Lee's death unfold in my thoughts like a sinister tapestry. This was no random act of violence; it bears all the hallmarks of Choi's meticulous planning. The timing is too perfect, the circumstances too convenient.

Choi's presence here, his cryptic words, and now this news - it all coalesces into a clear, chilling message. He knows. He knows about my investigation, about the documents, about everything I've uncovered. This visit isn't just a coincidence; it's a warning.

The unspoken threat hangs heavy in the air between us. What happened to Lee could easily happen to me if I continue down this path. Choi's eyes, cold and calculating, seem to say, "Back off, or you're next."