The dark clasped the azure sky as the day ended like a dried petal falling to the ground. The psychiatric ward was doing their daily routine, clueless about what Sun Hee had been through. They played classical music in a room while their patients were creating some paintings. It was one of the therapy sessions for depressed people. The room beside it has an educational session for mental illness.

Sun Hee bid goodbye to the nurses. She waited outside of the hospital and roamed her eyes around the open space.

“Is he coming to fetch me again? I hope not,” she whispered.

When Youngjae told her he was monitoring her,...